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Let’s Get Back To Me And You – Alan Jackson

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“Let’s Get Back to Me and You” is a heartfelt song by American country music artist Alan Jackson, first appearing on his 1994 album, Who I Am. This album showcased Jackson’s traditional country style and included several successful singles.

The song’s lyrics reflect the challenges of maintaining a relationship amidst life’s demands. Jackson sings about the strains caused by constant travel and absence, expressing a desire to reconnect and rekindle the love that once defined the relationship. The narrative resonates with many who have faced similar struggles, highlighting the universal need for genuine connection.

In 2013, Jackson revisited “Let’s Get Back to Me and You” in The Bluegrass Album, his nineteenth studio release and first foray into bluegrass music. This version offered a fresh take on the original, blending traditional bluegrass instrumentation with the song’s emotive lyrics. Notably, this marked the second time Jackson re-recorded one of his songs for a different album, the first being “A Woman’s Love.”

The decision to re-record the song nearly two decades later underscores its enduring significance in Jackson’s repertoire. Both versions continue to resonate with audiences, reflecting the timeless nature of its themes and Jackson’s ability to convey deep emotion through his music.

“Let’s Get Back to Me and You” remains a testament to Alan Jackson’s storytelling prowess and his commitment to exploring the complexities of love and relationships through authentic country music.

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Lyrics

I’m always on the road, you’re always all alone
And I’m not always there when I’m at home
But I’m ready for a little change
I’m ready to accept some blame
So let’s back up to yesterday
Let’s get back in love
Back to dreamin’ of all those little things we used to do
Let’s start holdin’ hands
Let’s start makin’ plans, honey
Let’s get back to me and you
It’s not like it was when we fell in love
When all we had was enough
Well, I don’t like the blues
I like love that’s true, honey
Let’s get back to me and you
Let’s get back in love
Back to dreamin’ of
All those little things we used to do
Let’s start holdin’ hands
Let’s start makin’ plans, honey
Let’s get back to me and you
Let’s get back in love
Back to dreamin’ of
All those little things we used to do
Let’s start holdin’ hands
Let’s start makin’ plans, honey
Let’s get back to me and you
Yeah, let’s get back in love
Back to dreamin’ of
All those little things we used to do
Let’s start holdin’ hands
Let’s start makin’ plans, honey
Let’s get back to me and you
Well honey, let’s get on back to me and you

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