When there's a tear in your eye And words that are lost When we have to say goodbye Know there's a place in our heart Even though we're apart We call
All is dark and all seemed lost When our lord wore the sinners cross They nailed his hands that had hurt no man A mighty roar came over this land And
Burn the witches, burn the witches Don't take time to sew your your stitches Burn the witches, burn the witches Good is the thing that you favor, evil
Soon it will be the phase of the moon When people tune in Every girl knows about the punctual blues But who's to know the power behind our moves? A day
[king tee] Yo pooh, let's.. drop.. some.. Bass, to make the walls shake And vibrate the floor, just like an earthquake King tee is back again, but with
He'd get home at five thirty Fix a drink, sit down in his chair Pick a fight with momma Complain about the kids gettin' in his hair At night he'd sit
It's your life you say you need a change Don't all the dreams we've seen come true mean anything You say, ?It's different now? And you keep staring at
Little by little, now babe, I've come a long, long way Pickin' up the pieces that you threw away Did you give it up, did I let you down? Either way It
On a Mississippi mornin' My dad yelled out a warnin' Son, you better hit that cotton patch soon And on my way down to the field As I passed Old Johnson
Baby, baby, baby He's got you cryin' again Baby, baby, baby He's got you cryin' again He's a good old boy but he's a bad old boyfriend I know that he
Mr. Bourbon and coke laughs at all of my jokes When he's drinking Mr. Martini stares and he never shares What he's thinking And Miss. Sexy red wine tells
Don't waste your time Looking over your shoulder Those loves from the past Ain't a gettin' no closer When I look at my future You're all I can see So
I can't have this conversation Without lots of reservations on the line If there's a way to slip around it Then I'm bound to get around it one more time
Driving down the interstate, running thirty minutes late Singing Margarita ville and minding my own Some foreign car driving dude with the road rage attitude
On a good day, when I think about her I only cry a couple hundred tears And on a good day, when I can't forget about her I can dull the pain with just
Tommy's daddy, kept a six pack in the fridge We thought we were old enough to do what daddy's did It didn't take us long to go from drunk to really sick
I guess you know me well, I don't like winter But I seem to get a kick out of doing you cold Oh, what the hell, you always surrender What's this strange
Cork your ears if you don't like what me say Cork your ears if you don't like what me say Me a go spit out the truth Tired to see the youth them clean