Maybe you shouldn't come back Maybe you shouldn't come back to me Sorry I'm not sorry for the times Tired of being so sad, tired of getting so mad, baby Stop right now, you'll only let me down, oh oh I don't reply, you know the reason why See you calling

Yeah I know we've come so far Let's take it back to where we first began They turned us strangers into closest friends Turn the page and see the wonder That's here for you and I, ha Was all so different once upon a time But now the spark we got won't

We only said goodbye with words I died a hundred times You go back to her And I go back to I go back to He left no time to regret Kept his lips wet With his same old safe bet

So soak it all up, let it sink in Crank it up loud, all the way to ten Raise your cup to the sky Tip 'em back to friends and let your party lights shine On top of the world in the back of a truck Livin' like the sun ain't comin' back up Need a buddy

(If I could turn back) (If I could turn back the hands) If I could turn, turn back the hands of time How did I ever let you slip away Never knowing I'd be singing this song some day And now I'm sinking, sinking to rise no more Ever since you closed the

I don't want to let you back in Think of all the time that I wasted Think of all the times that I took you back Ain't no way I'll be lonely Let's just face it Better off alone and I won't turn back You thought that I would be lonely I've heard it all

I've been waiting waiting waiting You help me lose my mind And you believe something I can't define Help me lose my mind, make me run back What if all before Keep, I need more time How much longer Who I've been waiting for (What you've become)

Homesick tired All alone in a big city Why should ev'rybody pity me, Nighttime's falling, folks are a singin', they dance till break of day Dear Old Southland with it's dreamy songs Takes me back there where I belong How I'd love to be in mammy's arms

Say you'll never let me go Deep in my bones I can feel you Take me back to a time when we knew We could waste the night with an old film Smoke a little weed on the couch in the backroom Take it slow but it's not typical

I want my mullet back My old Camero, and my eight-track Fuzzy dice hangin' loose and proud ZZ Top, they're playin' loud A simple time, that's what I miss Your mini skirt and your sweet kiss Things are changin' man, and that's a fact, but Bell bottoms