I got, yeah I got plenty whoadie I got hittas whoadie Tell 'em bring my car around Yeah I got plenty whoadie Goddamn, these snitches nosy Is it true you performed with Willie Nelson at the Country Music Awards? I don't know, but I know I did perform at

It's like counting up to three (One, two, three) Sing a simple melody (Do re mi, ABC) That's how easy love can be! One, two, three Or simple as A buh-buh buh buh-buh

Cross the country, cross the country You may never been there, catch me cross the country Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country She don't understand English but she want me I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country It's been a long

Get up, get up, get up on my shoulders. Here, take my cuzzi so your can stays colder. Be my country song sing-along beer holder. Hurry up baby, 'fore this song's over. Get up, get up, get up on my shoulders Baby, all week, yeah, you and me Have been

Count on me through thick and thin A friendship that will never end When you are weak, I will be strong Helping you to carry on Call on me, I will be there, don't be afraid Please believe me when I say, count on I can see that it's hurting you, I can

Over the castle on the hill We watched the sunset over the castle on the hill But I can't wait to go home I'm on my way Driving at ninety down those country lanes Singing to "Tiny Dancer" And I miss the way you make me feel, and it's real When I was six

And so I can't keep this up I have had enough 'cause you can count me out Well I'm up and I don't know why But I guess that's all that counts Looking 'round as I'm holding my head And I'm in somebody's house The sun it hits like a punch in the face With

Yeah, I don't know where to start How do you admit that you're falling apart? I mean, how will I admit that I'm falling apart? My mother's gonna worry but I'm fine in my heart I've lived the words that I've said And I live with a voice that tends to tell

Oh, you got me open, don't ever let me go Say you're real out of your block If you leave me you're out of your mind My baby is a (ten) We dressing through the (nine) He pick me up with (eight) Make me feel so lucky (seven) He kiss me in his (six) We be

You're just sorry for yourself And though you may seem fine alone Don't tell me you're sorry If you could make them proud You could leave the world and feel like you've Tell them that it's only temporary I'm trying my best to smile But that's never