I'm sick and tired of workin' I'll no more dig the praties As sure as me name is Carney I'll go off to California I'll no longer be a fool I'll be digging lumps of gold Where instead of diggin' praties And when I come back home again Goodbye, Muirshin

Why are you my remedy Why are you my clarity High dive into frozen waves Where the past comes back to life Fight fear for the selfish pain And it's worth it every time Hold still right before we crash 'Cause we both know how this ends Our clock ticks

Hit my line, hit my line I know you want me to throw it back on you I been east side, love, baby, just come through Baby, we can bump and grind, bump and grind Baby, we can bump and grind, ease your mind But I think you look way better with your clothes

Come on and let it out Before you run away from me The beat goes round and round Jigsaws falling into place Wish away the nightmare You've got a light you can feel it on your back Just as you take my hand Just as you write my number down Just as the

And back down I don't want to waste my time Become another casualty of society I'll never fall in line Become another victim of your conformity Waste my time with a Strollin' to the party like my name is El Nino Well I'm hangin' out drinking in the back

I could tell that something wasn't right with you, with you I knew she was trouble from the first kiss (One, two, three, four) I could feel it blowing in the night wind Why don't you come back down so we can turn it around We grow apart just to be on our

Mine would be you Sun keeps shining, back road flying Singing like crazy fools Making up our own words Laughing 'til it hurts Baby, if I had to choose My best day ever My finest hour, my wildest dream come true What's your all time high, your good as it

I wish those days could come back once more Why did those days ever have to go Looking back on when I Was a little nappy headed boy Then my only worry Was for Christmas what would be my toy Even though we sometimes Would not get a thing We were happy

You can kiss my country ass If you're a down-home, backwoods redneck Hey come on, stand up and raise your glass But if you ain't down with my outlaw crowd Tearin' down a dirt road, rebel flag flyin', coon dog in the back Truck bed loaded down with beer

There's no afterlife you don't come back from death So when you leave this earth, when your heart stops you'll see There's no choir of angels there's no gods to meet But let me tell you my friends that when it ends it just ends I know you feel like