His daddy was an honest man, red dirt Georgia farmer His mama lived her short life having kids and baling hay He had fifteen years, an ache inside to wander He hopped a freight in Waycross, wound up in L.A. Lord, the cold nights had no pity on a Waycross

Where are the dreams that we once had? This is the time to bring them back. What were the promises caught On the tips of our tongues? Do we forget or forgive? There's a whole other life waiting to be lived when One day we're brave enough To talk with

We all live in a yellow submarine Yellow submarine, yellow submarine In our yellow submarine In the town where I was born Lived a man who sailed to sea And he told us of his life In the land of submarines So we sailed up to the sun Till we found a sea of

Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition He pushed me 'round Now I'm drawin' the line He lived his life Now I'm gonna go live mine I'm sick of wastin' my time Well now I've been good for way too long Found my red dress and I'm gonna throw it on 'Bout to

My collection of nightmares, thoughts, and real life situations I've lived 17 is the number tattooed on the right side of my head My own personal number Soon to be explained in future interviews or instances By listening to this album, you are literally

Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition He pushed me 'round Now I'm drawin' the line He lived his life Now I'm gonna go live mine I'm sick of wastin' my time Well now I've been good for way too long Found my red dress and I'm gonna throw it on 'Bout to

Joshua, Joshua Me and Joshua Well a good ways down the railroad track There was this little old rundown shack And in it lived a man I'd never seen Folks said he was a mean and a vicious man And you better not set foot on his land But I didn't think

Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition He pushed me 'round Now I'm drawin' the line He lived his life Now I'm gonna go live mine I'm sick of wastin' my time Well now I've been good for way too long Found my red dress and I'm gonna throw it on 'Bout to

Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition He pushed me 'round Now I'm drawin' the line He lived his life Now I'm gonna go live mine I'm sick of wastin' my time Well now I've been good for way too long Found my red dress and I'm gonna throw it on 'Bout to

Where are the dreams that we once had? This is the time to bring them back. What were the promises caught On the tips of our tongues? Do we forget or forgive? There's a whole other life waiting to be lived when One day we're brave enough To talk with