And they scream It's the girls in the front row singin' It's the boys with the wheels that bring them Its lighters in the air and you guys up there You're the heart and soul and the reason we do what we do They got three in the front and four in the back

All day long Bangin' my head against the wall All day long, 'til we're dead and gone And it's all and it's all and it's all day long 'Til we're dead and gone Grow up, be a winner Keep on hangin' on Stuck here 'til I'm gone Boys still throwin' stones

Cold beer conversations Just a couple old boys, a little time well wasted Trying to figure out life Trying to figure out girls Trying to find our place in this crazy old world A little truth, a little frustration Cold beer conversation Ya ever feel like

Run, run and hide from all the noise From all the nasty boys Who keep you running Run and hide from all the beasties that go bump in the night And that's how you lost your way It's how you lost your way You call me on the phone

Now everybody they lookin' at me, now they lookin' at me Smokin' and stackin' and countin' up green I think I need me a money machine I heard some fuckboys are plottin' on me Waist 32, .40 tucked in my jeans Won't forget when no one cared about me

I don't think Waylon done it that way And if he was here he'd say "'hoss, neither did Hank" I ain't dogging what you're doing but boys, come on let's get real Get-ups, gimmicks One-hit wonders that don't stick Pretty boys, acting tough Boy bands give it

I did it for you, and the boys, Because love should teach you joy, And not the imitation, That your momma and daddy tried to show you. I did it for you, and for me, And because I still believe, There's only one thing, Never compromise on, And that's the

It's fighting back them butterflies It's call it in the air, alright Yes sir, we want the ball And it's knocking heads and talking trash It's slinging mud and dirt and grass It's I got your number, I got your back When your back's against the wall You

When this war is over It will be a better day But it won't bring back Those poor boys in their graves Ain't no sense in no action Killin' people all the time When it happens on the street We call that a crime Man, he can get along

Hey everybody take a look at me, I've got street credibility, I may not have a job, But I have a good time, With the boys that I meet "down on the line" I don't need you So you don't approve, Well, who asked you to?