Beating like a hammer Help I'm alive My heart keeps beating like a hammer They're gonna eat me alive Hard to be soft Tough to be tender Come take my pulse the pace is on a runaway train If you're still alive My regrets are few

This is better than home Better than home Out on this long and winding road Chasing the sound with my friends knows what we’re gonna see Knows how we’re gonna change Baby it’s just you and me So keep driving on 'Cause this is better than home

What can a poor man do, you know when the blues keep bothering him around You know, sometimes I feel, I feel like drinkin' me some gasoline I feel I'm gonna move on back down south, you know where the water tastes like cherry wine Give him a half pint of

'Cause I hope one day you'll get the sense to call me I'm hoping that you'll say So I'll keep your number saved 'Cause I hope one day I'll get the pride to call you You're missing me the way I'm missing you To tell you that no one else Is gonna hold you

Keep me in mind (Keep me in mind) Somewhere down the road you might get lonely And I pray someday that you will love me only Well the world can be real tough This is gonna be funky How come all the pretty girls like you are taken baby I've been looking

It's gonna be alright There's a long hard road ahead But a voice inside me said Said there's something that you need to know Here I could stay but I'll keep moving on You know there's something oh, that you need to know And when in this life, in this

We're gettin' off today We'll pick you up and take you away Get down tonight Smokin', Smokin' We're cookin' tonight, just keep on tokin' I feel alright, mamma I'm not jokin', yeah We're gonna play you a song, a little bit of rock-n-roll You gotta let

Whether we like it or not The best I can tell The world’s gone to hell I gotta hundred dollar bill You can keep your pills, friend Well, it’s all going to pot And we’re all gonna miss it a lot All the whiskey in Lynchburg, Tennessee Just couldn't hit the

I'm begging you to keep on haunting 'Cause I've done some things that I can't speak So won't you take a breath and dive in deep? 'Cause I came here so you'd come for me I'm begging you to keep on haunting me I know you're gonna keep on haunting me And I

They're gonna clean up your looks With all the lies in the books To make a citizen out of you Because they sleep with a gun And keep an eye on you, son So they can watch all the things you do Because the drugs never work They're gonna give you a smirk