This whiskey got me feelin' pretty So pardon if I'm impolite I just really need your ass with me I'm sorry 'bout the other night And I know I could be more creative And come up with poetic lines But I'm turnt up off sizz' and "I love you" Is the only

God, your mama, and me Never gonna run dry, never gonna come up empty Now until the day I die, unconditionally You know I'm always gonna be here for ya No one's ever gonna love you more than That Sunday morning choir calling, church doors open wide That

This time will be the last time This time if you want me to come back, it's up to you But remember I won't allow the things you used to do You're gonna have to toe the mark and walk the line This time if I should feel unwanted, I won't stay Each tomorrow

If you think that you're strong Wanna fight well come on And line up 'Cause livin' up against the wall, yeah Has got us locked up Come on and line up If you got all the stuff And you can't get enough Then line up Instead of just standin' around

There is work to be done, to be done Let's have fun, fun, fun Form a line, oh, oh Come on, let's go Let the drums roll out Let the trumpet call While the people shout, "strike up the band" Hear the cymbals ring Calling one and all

Step right up, he's the real thing The last chance of a lifetime Come see a living, breathing spectacle Only seen right here It's your last chance in this lifetime The line forms to the rear You won't believe your eyes Your eyes will not believe you're

Is it worth it? I don't know I don't know if it's worth it I don't know Are you giving up? Will you disappear? When it comes to me, I don't know you see I don't want to leave, but I can't stay The stars in the pavement Are washed up and jaded

Said, "Come on Superman, say your stupid line" Don't make me wait forever I was doing fine without you Someone said they left together I ran out the door to get her She was holding hands with Trevor Not the greatest feeling ever Said, "Pull yourself

Big Jack, Big Jack, The steam is a burning, Workin' up and down the line, The pot is getting ready, He's been working it so hard, When it comes to lovin', Big jack is on his way, Wink of satisfaction,

The scream becomes a yawn I'll shut up and carry on When I get to the bottom of it I sink Seems like nothing I said Ever meant anything But a headline over my head Thought I made a stand Only made a scene There's no feast for the underfed