Yeah I guess that’s my church Can I get a hallelujah Can I get an amen Feels like the Holy Ghost running through ya When I play the highway FM I find my soul revival Singing every single verse I’ve cussed on a Sunday I’ve cheated and I’ve lied

For whom the bell tolls Time marches on Make his fight on the hill in the early day Constant chill deep inside Shouting gun, on they run through the endless grey On the fight, for they are right, yes, by who's to say? For a hill men would kill, why? They

To this railroad track But I'll come back to you someday To you, to you, to you someday If you've got visions of the past Let them follow you down And I found myself attached All of these ghost towns I keep traveling through All of these traffic signs

Are still alive and well today Don't need to find a new way to say We don't go out of style A good woman's made to love not just to hold Monday through Friday sure takes awhile We all get sideways and go that extra mile The common ways we work and play

All through the late night, all through the late night Sleep through day then we play all through the late night Hmm, hmm, meh, meh Mmm, meh, meh, meh, meh Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, all through the late night S'il vous plaît, don't you wait, all through

Donna Donna Donna Donna Donna Donna Donna Don How the winds are laughing They laugh with all the their might Laugh and laugh the whole day through And half the summer's night On a wagon bound for market There's a calf with a mournful eye High above him

These are the days our lives will change and we will see our worlds collide Life is a journey throughout the years that pass a lesson to be learned There is a purpose to all that we encounter in this existence What builds us up may one day break us down

My eyes fall open on you It's like my dreams keep goin' on and on and on, it don't Matter what we're doin' As long as I'm with you, and I can't imagine anything I couldn't love you through the bad days There's gonna be mistakes But, baby, I'm here to stay

Fascinating rhythm, Got a little rhythm, a rhythm, a rhythm That pit-a-pats through my brain; So darn persistent, The day isn't distant When it'll drive me insane. Comes in the morning Without any warning, And hangs around me all day.

I’m getting paid Cartier glasses they sit on my face I ain’t throwin' shade I’m getting money, I ain’t in the way I stay out the way Free all my dogs 'til they get out the cage I’m having my way Running through hundreds, a million a day They know not to