It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right I hope you had the time time of your life Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road Time Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go So make the best of this test and don't ask why It's not a

Not like you hold me, hold me Baby, every time time I love you In and out of my life, in out baby Tell me, if you really love me So baby, love never felt so good good Let me see you move, come on Gotta fly, gotta see, can't believe Let me see you move

Mmmm, mmmmm. Got up this mornin, feelin sick and bad, I's thinkin bout the good good time, that I once have had. I said, I got up this mornin, and I said I's feelin so sick and bad, Yeah, I's just thinkin bout the good good times, chil'ren, that I, I once have

To me it's nothing This time time I've really lost my mind and I don't care So close your eyes and kiss yourself goodbye I'm taking all you down with me Explosives duct taped to my spine Nothing's gonna change my mind I won't listen to anyone's last words

And I, I can't come alive I want the room to take me under 'Cause I can't help but wonder What if I had one more night for goodbye? These four walls and me In this time time I've lost all sense of pride If I hear your voice I'll be fine If you're not here to

I'd lose mountains And blue skies But I can't help losing my mind for you How many more times How many more times must I cry How many more times must I say goodbye I've opened all the way

Pop pop a top off and get your good good time on Boys, if you're ready to get rock, we don't stop We poppin' off like a bottle rocket most shots Girls, will do me a favor, pour another Yeager, shake your money maker I'm just a country boy singin' my song So

I can't take the ache from heartbreak If I could turn back time time then I would re-write those lines Where's the "good" in "goodbye"? Where's the "nice" in "nice try"? Where's the "us" in "trust gone"? Where's the "soul" in "soldier on"? Now I'm the "lone"

Sweet child in time time you'll see the line The line that's drawn between the good good and the bad See the blind man shooting at the world Bullets flying taking toll If you've been bad, Lord I bet you have And you've been hit by flying lead You'd better close

So just take my hand, you know that I will never leave your side. Slow down, we've got time time left to be lazy All the kids have bloomed from babies into flowers in our eyes. We've got fifty good good years left to spend out in the garden I don't care to beg