Ey oh ey oh, when a guy like me Ey oh ey oh, gets a girl like you Yeah, you better know we're going to take it downtown, Showin' everybody what I'm crazy about. Ey oh ey oh, anywhere we go, ey oh ey oh, gotta let 'em all know. And I'mma tattoo your name

Oh, the trouble with love Everybody knows it's the best kind, too It'll get you in deep, yeah, it always does Oh, but the trouble's gonna find you Oh, but I got no trouble with love Oh, and that's the trouble with love The trouble with time is that you

If I make it through We'll carry on the weight of this world We'll make sure all the people know how it feels To be legendary Everybody's gonna fight And everybody's gonna fall But the ones that get up Are always the strongest Oh I can't imagine if I

A thousand miles away from that speed trap town She said, "It's none of my business but it breaks my heart" Dropped a dozen cheap roses in my shopping cart Made it out to the truck without breaking down Everybody knows you in a speed trap town Well it's

And we got everybody singing Whoa whoa oh whoa whoa oh I've hoped for change There's something wrong 'Cause everybody knows Were doing fine And I'll confess That I can be a little selfish Yeah I'll admit

So yeah we're going down Yeah we're going down Everybody knows, everybody knows where we're going Yeah, we're going down So yeah, we're going down (All the right friends, in all the right places They got all the right moves in all the right places So

Up on the mountain I see down below Woah-oah-oh-oh-oh-oh Woah-oah-oh-oahh It's easy to lose yourself I know Can't hear what you're shouting, I'm deaf to your show It's easy to lose your self control Everybody gets high, everybody gets low Life can be

Everybody knows I'm here I know I'm here And I'm the hoochie-coochie man Gypsy woman told my momma, before I was born You got a boy-child comin', gonna be a son-of-a-gun Gonna make these pretty women jump and shout And the world will only know a-what

When we touchdown In the Midwest we OK Everybody know them southern boys love that bass Atlanta go bananas, Alabama, Louisiana Mississippi tenekeys, every mothafuckin' state Go right from the plane to the range On the private plane gettin' brain, till we

You were one of those classic ones You're a legend in my own mind My middle name Traveling around this sun You were one of those classic ones, yeah I wish she knew you Now everybody knows