No use old girl You may as well surrender Your hopes are getting slender Why won't somebody send a tender blue boy To cheer up little girl blue Sit there and count your fingers What can you do Old girl you're through Just sit there and count your little

I know too well that I'm just wasting precious time In thinking such a thing could be That you could ever care for me I'm sure you hate to hear That I adore you, dear But grant me Just the same I'm not entirely to blame

Way up on Bear Creek, watching the sun go down Well, it makes me feel like I'm on my last go 'round If you stay up on Bear Creek, you'll get like Jesse James I'm going high, high, up on some lonesome hill Well, the water up on Bear Creek, tastes like

They resounding I didn't hear it I'd fallen into a pit of lies I try to dig around the other side And much to my surprise I was to blame for all the rain Diamond in the wishing well Falling underneath the spell Save me from the wicked waves

Don't it make you ashamed of yourself Don't it make you feel small y'all? Honey, you think you've got an attitude So you treat him just a little to loose Well, buddy you think she's a little to cold So you act like a two year old. Don't it make you feel

I'll pick you up at 8 and we can drive around We'll park it, lay down on the hood of my car Listen to the airplanes as we count the stars, tonight I'll be your man Take you to the beach and we can head downtown, while you hold my hand So just take this

Say, you'll stay the night Because we're running out of time So stay the night I don't wanna say goodbye Even though it was never meant to be I got to know if you're the one one that got away Well I ain't got much time so I'll get to the point Do you

Do whatever the TV tells us I'm getting tied, I'm forgetting why Tired and wired, we ruin too easy Sleep in our clothes and wait for winter to leave We'll stay inside till somebody finds us Stay inside our rosy-minded fuzz So worry not, all things are

Baby, please don't go For be a dog Down to New Orleans You know I love you so Well, your mind done gone To git you way down here I make you walk the log Baby, your mind done gone Left the county farm

Back to the front Soldier boy, made of clay Now an empty shell Twenty one, only son But he served us well Bred to kill, not to care Do just as we say Finished here, greetings death He's yours to take away