We don't talk anymore, like we used to do Oh, Oh, we don't talk anymore, like we used to do Don't wanna know The way I did before I overdosed Should've known your love was a game Now I can't get you out of my brain Oh, Oh, it's such a shame We don't love anymore

Don't give up Hold on a little longer What don't kill you Roots, remind me where I'm from Only makes you stronger Even when I'm a thousand miles away from my roots Ooh, I wouldn't change a thing It made the man I am today

They'll take me out at dawn and I will die There won't be time to share our love for we must say goodbye Oh, Oh, Grace just hold me in your arms and let this moment linger With all my love I'll place this wedding ring upon your finger As we gather in the

Baby tonight There's so much love in between us Stay here with me I won't tell a soul Oh Oh darling I Know you're taken You say you gotta get home Something 'bout this Just don't feel right

It's your time now baby Ohh but it's gonna be mine after awhile I said it's your time right now baby Lord but it's gonna be mine after awhile You know you know if things don't change I'm gonna move on down She stayed out last night And do you know she

I won't let go, I won't let go I won't be alright Even if the sun crashes into us And I can be your light Stay with me tonight Oh, Oh, oh, oh, yeah yeah yeah You got in so late It's Sunday morning

When I'm much too far away And now I wish I'd stayed 'Cause I'm lonely and I'm tired I'm missing you again oh oh no A lonely road, crossed another cold state line Miles away from those I love purpose undefined We all need that person who can be true to you

He was a railroad man 'Til he stepped in front of the railroad train And Bangor when he went to Maine He rode across the plains The hauled bananas to Savannah And a railroad man You know, his name was Tex when he's in Texas Oh, Oh, a railroad man Oh Oh,

In my bank account, yeah (oh God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God) I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight M's in my bank account, yeah (oh God) I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight shooters ready to gun you down, yeah

Tutti frutti, oh rootie Wop bop a loo bop a lop bom bom! Tutti frutti, oh rootie, ooh I got a gal, named Sue, she knows just what to do Boy you don't know what she do to me Wop bop a loo bop a lop ba ba! She rock to the East, she rock to the West She is