No, it don't matter as long as we're together It all feels like home Moved along It don't matter as long as we're together And we rode on It all feels like home (it don't matter) Feels like home You hit me up in the beat up 'cause that's just south of

I ain't foldin' under pressure, I ain't switchin' for no ho I ain't talkin' to no cop and I ain't tellin' on my bros Ain't no killer but don't push me, fingers itchin' on that pole Niggas plottin' on my come-up, gotta watch, they on my nose Long nights,

And his daring life of crime Made him a legend in his time Well he never traveled heavy Yes he always rode alone And he soon put many older guns to shame And he never had a sweetheart From a town known as Wheeling, West Virginia Rode a boy with a six gun

Bang bang, you shot me down Bang bang, I hit the ground Bang bang, that awful sound Bang bang, my baby shot me down I was five and you were six We rode on horses made of sticks I wore black, you wore white You would always win the fight Seasons came and

All in the name of God and country All in the name Forever lost in comparisons Between you and the better man Yeah you're always so quick To take a bow I've got to laugh at your circus sympathy And your postcard sincerity Don't you ever get tired Of

Abandoned hearse Corroded to the bone A final curse We write this song Cold brains, Alone at last

On some rodeo man Best thing he ever did was leave ya You better pull yourself together Tina, I swear you're better Than just waiting around Don't talk about him, Tina You gotta get yourself up and dust them boots off Ain't no use in staying sad or

On some rodeo man Best thing he ever did was leave ya You better pull yourself together Tina, I swear you're better Than just waiting around Don't talk about him, Tina You gotta get yourself up and dust them boots off Ain't no use in staying sad or

Cause nobody's sad on a Saturday night. Winner's and loser's we got each other The world looks better in neon lights Some Johnny Cougar, some southern comfort It goes whoa whoa here we go rock&roll rodeo The world looks better in neon lights Working all

And his daring life of crime Made him a legend in his time Well he never traveled heavy Yes he always rode alone And he soon put many older guns to shame And he never had a sweetheart From a town known as Wheeling, West Virginia Rode a boy with a six gun