It's the simple things in life Like the kids at home and a loving wife That you miss the most when you lose control Everything you love starts to disappear The devil takes your hand and says, no fear Have another shot, just one more beer I've been there,

Like it's nothing to ya Don't you put me back down But you're still picking me up Don't put me back down like it's nothing to ya You're still picking me up You didn't give a fuck Underneath everything that's between Yeah, I'm undone, I'm 'bout to burst

I ain't never been no silly ho Waiting for your call Like the other girls want u I ain't never been the one to mess Wit' someone else's mess That's not a thang for me to do I ain't never been the chicken head To wake up in your head After every club or

For a boy in Fiddler's Green Oh nothing's changed anyway One, two, three, four, one, two September seventeen For a girl I know it's Mother's Day Her son has gone alee And that's where he will stay Wind on the weathervane Tearing blue eyes sailor-mean

Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh) Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh) Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you see (uh)

And one arm around my boys A heart that's still pretty crazy If the world comes knocking With one arm around my baby Tell 'em I'm not home I'm finally holdin' my own I lived, loved, and died holdin' my own Always been a fighter, scrapper, and a clawer

And I never wanted nothing more Well, I'm what I am and I'm what I'm not And I'm sure happy with what I've got I live to love and laugh a lot And that's all I need No I never wanted nothing more I never wanted nothing more I couldn't wait to turn sixteen

I don't wanna talk The winner takes it all The winner takes it all (Takes it all) About things we've gone through Though it's hurting me Now it's history I've played all my cards And that's what you've done, too Nothing more to say

My mother said, to get things done You'd better not mess with Major Tom Ashes to ashes, funk to funky We know Major Tom's a junkie Strung out in heaven's high Hitting an all-time low Do you remember a guy that's been In such an early song? I've heard a

Woah, livin' on a prayer Woah, we're half way there Take my hand, we'll make it I swear It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not We've got each other and that's a lot for love We'll give it a shot Once upon a time not so long ago Tommy used to