Double vision Somebody help me, somebody help me now Somebody help me out 'Cause I'm in love with these two women And my heart ain't tryna listen 'Cause I just can't keep up with 'em But I gotta make a decision Got both of 'em on my mind

To use me for good We ain't leaving this room So girl, leave your boots by the bed Till someone needs medical help Or the magnolias bloom It's cold in this house and I ain't going out to chop wood So cover me up and know you're enough Cover me up and

That's just my signature move I can't help you! What you want? Get in line! Take a number! If you leave it up to me And then I'll break it up Shoot myself in the foot To make a point I can't prove Stop! Not my fault, not at all!

I walked into your store Just to have a look around Asked if you could help me With the bargain I had found Tried to explain to you, darlin' That I was just a working man You came up with some term That I could not understand Oh, little lady

It’s not what you wanted Help me out before I drown Stuck underwater I'm stuck underwater I just need some space But I just need a change Save me now before I give up

Everything has fallen to pieces We really need to see this through We never wanted to be abused We'll never give up, it's no use If we're fucked up, you're to blame Earth is dying, help me Jesus We need guidance, we've been misled Young and hostile but

Hey girl, hey girl Just know that I got you Just know that We can make it easy if we lift each other We don't need to keep on one-in' up another If you lose your way Help me hold my hair back Walk me home 'cause I can't find a cab And we dance down the

I should've said it all when I was close to you Like I was supposed to do No, it just won't wait And all these words, they come too late You could never compensate It's too late The hands of fate Just won't wait Help me change

I know that you can't walk across a bridge that's already burned, so What am I supposed to do, I can't help that they chose To breathe it in, but I don't wanna choke On that secondhand smoke Sometimes you could hear a pin drop Or the ticking of the clock

(Raised on country music) I was raised on Merle, raised on Willie Got my Honky Tonk attitude from Joe Diffie Daddy did too, it's family tradition If someone cranks it up, you can't help but listen My upbringing sounds like George Strait singing And I