All that I'm dreaming of That all that I need is love The day that I will find my love Boys like to think they can have it all Well they don't know they're still so small All that they see is live is opportunity Guys like to think they'll get any girl

We were born and raised in black and white The wind blows hard across the Texas planes Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain That's where we came from Two boys playing in the burning sun One with books, one with guns Mama calls

Little boys and girls, they all love me Come sit on the lap of I-see-E And let me tell ya a story or two About a punk-ass nigga I knew Named Jack, he wasn't that nimble, wasn't that quick Jumped over the candlestick and burnt his dick Ran up the street

Yes, I love the way they're makin' moves And I love the way they make their move All the boys hangin' out down in the parking lot The night riders giving all they've got While the girls look so good at looking bad Out strutting dressed in the latest fad

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Raise your rifles to the sky, boys Fire that volley loud Charlie boy, don't go to war, First born in '44 Kennedy made him believe We could do much more And Lillian, don't hang your head, Love should make you feel

Drinkers and carousers the likes you've never seen; And this night, by God! We drank till there was no more, From the Troller to the Raven with all stops in between And we're good old boys, we come from the North Shore, Well, we're good old boys, we come

If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come All the doctors in Hot Springs sure can't help her none She got a .38 special but I believe it's most too light Her .38 special, boys, it do very well Hey, hey, baby, where you stayed last night? Ah-oh boy,

Now would you hate me if I said goodbye So quick you could eat my dust? In the wind from dawn 'til dusk? When you cry, you waste your time Over boys you never liked So keep it light Girl, would it kill you just to throw a little bit of attention? If I

I just don't give a fuck! So when you see me on your block with two glocks Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2pac Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin' Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack So put my tape back on the rack Go run and tell your

I wanna drink that shot of whiskey I wanna smoke that cigarette You know some cowboys like me go out like that Like a needle needs a vein Like my uncle Joe in Oklahoma needs a rain Like a lighthouse on the coast Like the father and the son need the Holy