I was sittin' pretty cool country boy Looking big city She was up for some down home back road nitty gritty Hottest girl in the whole county sitting next to me Sittin' pretty She was sittin' pretty close I was getting warmer She was all chery lips

Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie Then baby lie to me If you don't wanna stay If there's no other way Lie, lie, lie Baby can we turn back the time? Turn the clocks to when you were mine You used to like me touching you

I'm goin' insane, nobody knows All by myself, let the rain hit me Mask up my pain, hold back my tears Yeah, I take another shot Tryna just forget all the negative Devil laughin', meanwhile God explaining the benefits Listen, financial freedom Come and go

Facing the storm, battered and torn Fighting for our Glorious Land! Come take our hand, together we stand Defending our Glorious Land! Endless waste Our patience runs thin Here we stand ready Let the battle begin! Hit back! Charge!

I just don't understand The ways of the world today Sometimes I feel Like there's nothing to live for So I'm longing for the days of yesterday Won't somebody tell me Remember back in the time When the only sign we had was pickets But now in '94, it be

You could 'cause you can so you do When it's nine in the afternoon We're feeling so good, just the way that we do Your eyes are the size of the moon Back to the street where we began Cause it's nine in the afternoon And your eyes are the size of the moon

The snow back home ain't the only thing still falling I still remember how I used to warm you If you're cold in California (California) If you're feeling cold in California Those L.A. stars just don't shine bright enough for you Wouldn't hold you back

Some rules I cannot break The ghost is supposed to love Then why do I feel pain 'Cause nothing is for keeps You just can't hold a cloud The shape will always change Then one day come back down You showed me when you came Night falls on us either way

Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and down the mountain side. The summer's gone, and all the roses falling, It's you, it's you must go and I must bide. But come ye back when summer's in the meadow, Or when the valley's

I don't want to take what you can give Can't buy what I want because its free The waiting drove me mad You're finally here and I'm a mess I take your entrance back Can't let you roam inside my head I would rather starve than eat your bread I would rather