Garth Brooks Lyrics

Album: The Life Of Chris Gaines

Right Now Lyrics

Maybe it's the movies, maybe it's the books

Maybe it's the government and all the other crooks

Maybe it's the drugs, maybe it's the parents

Maybe it's the gangs, or the colors that we're wearin'

Maybe it's the high schools, maybe it's the teachers

Tattoos, pipe bombs underneath the bleachers

Maybe it's the music, maybe it's the crack

Maybe it's the bible, or could it be the lack

Come on people, now

Smile on your brother

Everybody get together

Try to love one another, right now...right now

Okay, maybe it's the papers, maybe it's the family

Maybe it's the internet, radio, TV

Maybe it's the president, maybe it's the last one

Maybe it's the one before that

Maybe it's the athletes, maybe it's the dads

Maybe it's the sports fans, agents, fads

Maybe it's the homeless, aliens, immigrants

Maybe it's life, don't tell me that it's imminent

Come on people now

Smile on your brother

Everybody get together

Try to love one another right now

Come on people now

Smile on your brother

Everybody get together

Try to love one another right now

You gotta love one another

Maybe it's the fallout, maybe it's the ozone

Maybe it's the chemicals, the radiation, cell phones

Maybe it's the magazines, maybe it the next page

Lotteries, fast food, bad news, road rage

Maybe it the unions, big business

Maybe it's the KKK and the skinheads

Maybe it's the daughters, maybe it's the sons

Maybe it's the brothers of the mothers or the guns

Come on people now

Smile on your brother

Everybody get together

Try to love one another right now

Come on people now

Smile on your brother

Everybody get together

Try to love one another right now

(You know, if we don't talk about it

It ain't gonna get better)

We gotta love one another 

(So, whadda say, let's talk)

Maybe it's the parks, maybe it's the sex

Maybe it's the talk shows, maybe it's a reflex

Maybe it's the taxes, maybe it's the system

Judges, lawyers, prisons

Maybe it's the Catholics, maybe it's the Protestants

Maybe it's the addicts, and the hippies and communists

Maybe it's a fashion, maybe it's a trend

Maybe it's the future... maybe it's the end