I don't know why you don't take me downtown anymore Talk it up and give me the go round round like a good time tease I'm only counting on your cancellation When I should be counting on you at my door Did you forget about how we went around Well, all the

Hold me closer tiny dancer Count the headlights on the highway Lay me down in sheets of linen You had a busy day today Blue jean baby, L.A. lady Pretty eyed, pirate smile She was the seamstress for the band She'll marry a music man Ballerina, you must

I was sittin' pretty cool country boy Looking big city She was up for some down home back road nitty gritty Hottest girl in the whole county sitting next to me Sittin' pretty She was sittin' pretty close I was getting warmer She was all chery lips

Baa, baa, black sheep Have you any wool? Yes sir, yes sir Three bags full One for the master One for the dame And one for the little boy Who lives down the lane Three bags full.

Met myself a comin' county welfare line. I was feelin' strung out, hung out on the line. Saw myself a goin', down to war in June. All I want, all I want is to write myself a tune. Wrote a song for everyone, Wrote a song for truth. Wrote a song For

You love me, you hate me You make me, you break me And I don't know what I do it for I'm somewhere in the middle of you Phones lighting up, grab my favourite shirt and my keys on the counter 'Cause you said you wanna dance Halfway down the drive, must

Just close your eyes And count to five Let's craft the only thing we know into surprise Set down your glass I painted this To look like you and me forever as we're now And I'm shaking and I'm still When you're eyes meet mine all the simple skills

Now the oil's gone And the money's gone All the jobs are gone Still we're hangin' on Down in dry county To wash the sins from off our hands Praying for some holy water The promise has run dry Where nobody cries

I lost it way down in Torido Low was the moon when we said adios Perdido oeoeoeoe Perdido oeoeoeoe Perdido Perdido, I look for my heart it's perdido While chancing a dance fiesta Bolero, he glanced as I danced the Bolero He said taking off his sombrero:

Feel like throwin' in the towel, don't be a fool Below the belt That's how it'll always be Hold your head up high, look 'em in the eye Never say die Ow get up, get up and make it work They're out to knock you out n' put you down for the count Hey, watch