What would you do? What would you say? How does it feel? Pretend it's OK My eyes deceive me, but it's still the same Pretend it's OK But sometimes it can get get so hard pretending it's OK What would you do? (what would you do?) What would you say? (what

We 'bout to go up baby, up we go Gonna give it to you I want to get get louder I got to get get louder We're blowing out speakers Our heart a little clearer In capital letters For worse or for better Yeah, then there was you

I'm from the dirt road poison ivy league of campfires, guitars, and river swings Got the good life down and if you hang around we can get get a little dust on that collar My Buddy Jake said hey its spring break so I picked him up in my truck We rode into

But, oh yeah, you know what it means to be alone Today you're laughing pretty baby, tomorrow you could be crying In time baby, I'll get get you off my mind Little by little, watch my love slow down You live for today, you leave tomorrow on it's own We got a

Can't I get get back my lonely life California waiting Every little thing's gotta be just right While you're tryin' to save me Little Mona Lisa laying by my side "Crimson and Clover" pullin' overtime I feel too close to be losin' touch

Baby when the lights go out I hear you calling (I hear you calling) And I can't get get away In spite of all the consequence In spite of all my pride In spite of little things you said That hide me deep inside I believe your love

Let's keep on twistin' the throttle until tonight hits tomorrow Let's get get some reality off of our minds So P-A-R-T why not? P-A-R-T why not tonight? You know, the beer is all cold, the girls are all hot It's blurred lines and a blue light, Budweiser glow

Hey baby, I'm a country man Hey, I'm a country man A city boy can't do the things I can You need hands, rough not soft To come and warm you up up in that cold hayloft Let me hold you little darling in my big strong arms Can't get get these kind of muscles

I get get high cause the lows can be so cold I might bend a little bit but I don't fold One time for my mind and two for yours I got food for your thoughts to sooth your soul Move along, nothing to see I grew up, a fuckin' screw up Tie my shoe up, wish they

Hang with the locals at the Quiet Mon Where you can be a tourist, a beach bum, or a star And be as you are Drive a little while on the wrong side of the road Get Get this laying low off to a flying start Play my guitar in the Caribbean sun Man, I could use a