My music at work Everything is bleak It's the middle of the night You're all alone and The dummies might be right No matter what you heard You feel like a jerk Avoid trends and cliches Don't try to be up to date

Never mind all the things you heard about me You're never gonna understand it Every time that I've given you the truth It's never made a bit of difference Disappointment takes you Then the doubt, it breaks you It's enough to make you cry Always looking

Tellin' me the things you that heard about Nothin' good comes when you searchin' for the wrong things Somethin' feels off when I come around Askin' me questions like, 'what do I believe in?' 'You,' everyone used to say 'til the church lets out That goes

One more try I still can't believe you found somebody new How to make it work, or how to ease the hurt We've heard it all before, that everybody knows How to make it right, I wish we gave it one more try 'Cause everybody knows, but nobody really knows

No false hope Now my world is in your hands Send in the congregation Open your eyes, step in the light A jukebox generation Just as you were Well, I met the seventh son He came for everyone The day he heard the lighting in the field

To the top of the world Without so much as a word That won't happen now That ain't gonna be heard And she's never gonna fly Disappearing every day I wished I was smarter Wished I was stronger

So you lookin' for a good man To hold you with some good hands I heard you lookin' for a good man Somebody get you through the bad land Just like you know your southern stars always gonna come back out I’ll give you everything I got like nobody else you

Woah, oo, oo Tell me something that I don't know And that's when you heard my calls I couldn't let you go Fell on my knees, turned my face to the rain Sold me my stubborn soul I could have been someone I hurt everyone Phoenix is rising, it's rising again

Thank you girl from Broken Bow who shot an arrow through my heart Thank you mama for the roll and Thank you daddy for the rock Most of all, most of all Thank you uncle Dean for teaching me La Bamba on guitar Every no I ever heard Sure feel good to laugh

Get down and dirty I know you heard me (Everybody get down) Yeah, if we only got one night Forget about the world outside Put your hands up real high I'm tasty, delicious, I'm rough around the edges My mind is obsessive, my flex is aggressive Glad I