'Round midnight, midnight It begins to tell I do pretty well, till after sundown Suppertime I'm feelin' sad But it really gets bad 'Round midnight Memories always start 'round midnight Haven't got the heart to stand those memories When my heart is still

I wanna thank the band, whoever they Were for playing our song And all the stars up there for getting in line And shining down on That boardwalk you and I strolled down Light's dancing on the water from the merry-go-round We made a lot of memories, ain't

'Cause you lift me up No I don't get down And I know, no matter how much colder Or how much I carry on my shoulders As long as I'm standing, I'll be closer 'Cause it ain't over, 'til it's over But we don't get down No we don't get down We can turn this

Had enough, almost drowned, when shit rough I get tough and when I'm beaten to the ground I get up, I get up I get up, uh, uh, I get up, uh, uh I get up, when I'm down (Satisfy) yeah yeah, yeah (Satisfy this hunger- you) Sinatra, Big Pepe (Satisfy) oh,

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

Go ahead and jump I got my back against the record machine I ain't the worst that you've seen Ah, can't you see what I mean? Ah, might as well jump Might as well jump (jump) I get up, and nothin' gets me down

Right now, masquerade Master the merry go round It's never ever too late Right now, it's something you create Right now, okay to make a mistake Yeah baby this is your day And now, I don't wanna take you if we fall down, don't get upset And now, is just

Oh oh tangled up And get me waking up Shake it up, tangled up You could be breaking up, making up, tangled up You can't be faking it, making it from my love With all this tragedy, don't get me tangled up I took the perfect avenue, Down the road to both

I'm a cold one down at the end of the day A little sundown buzz and more on the way I wash a week's worth of dust off my old truck While Bobby Earl runs home to get dressed up Here comes Clifford, gotta forty in a brown bag In his pointed toe boots and a

I come up hard baby, but now I'm cool I didn't make it sugar, playin' by the rules I come up hard baby, but now I'm fine I'm checkin' trouble sugar, movin' down the line I come up hard baby, but that's okay 'Cause trouble man, don't get in my way I come