With a guitar full of freedom and a head full of lines That nightlife full of demons has been a hell of a ride Married to a dream with a mistress named music I still remember Miss Bessie singing Black, wrinkled fingers on ivory keys Just five years old,

Nothing you can do's gonna change her mind When the wind decides that it's time to ride To spread a little hell through the heartland It takes a good long toke then it blows the smoke, through the desert night And the wings of fire, keep climbin' higher

Population one since yesterday Livin' and dyin' in the hell I made Right now my mind's in another state Ain't enough heart here left to break I drove half way to town last night And I turned around In a field of fireflies makin' such a lonely sound As my

Someone's at your door tonight Someone wants your love Is it real or just imagination You decide to wait inside 'til the break of dawn In dreams you see yourself seeking affection. He'll know just who you are He'll know just where you've been He'll know

We be all night, love, love Why can't I keep my fingers off you, baby? I want you, na na Can't keep your eyes off my fatty We woke up in the kitchen saying "How the hell did this shit happen?" Oh baby, drunk in love we be all night Last thing I remember

The hell raisin' heat of the summer We were livin' every minute of the night Like there might never be another We were runnin' all the caution lights We were learnin' to fly with a little tail gunner If there was somethin' to burn, we were burnin' it

I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show And I thought that bein' strong meant never losin' your self-control But I'm just drunk enough to let go of my pain To hell with my pride, let it fall like rain From my eyes Tonight I want to cry

A lot of hell got raised But wound up where I was supposed to Making my way making my way to you A lot of beer got drank A lot of nights got long but that was long Before I saw your face Now baby I'm holding on To what I never wanna lose I took a few

Take my hand across this land Create this man to make my stand And break this hardened shell inside Escape this all the hell inside Yes I hold some keys of gold A cigarette a silver bullet Angels crying day and night The world is our stage Look inside

I need that Drink some, smoke some Yeah, hell of a day to load a twenty two and take it to the woods and let it ring into the night And break a bottle with the bullet, yes I'm 'bout it motherfucker Not a single solitary thing is missing from my southern