To all the girls I've loved before To all the girls we've loved before I'm glad they came along I dedicate this song The winds of change are always blowing And ev'ry time I tried to stay The winds of change continued blowing We're glad they came along We

Ridin’ down the highway Who wants to be the DJ I’ll find a spot on the side of the road You find something on the radio A real, real good song We'll know it when it comes on We had no money and no place to go All we needed was a radio Seventeen, the only

Sing your least favorurite song At the top of my lungs (oh, oh, oh) I'll go out, grow my hair too long I'll go out, kiss all of your friends Make a story and pretend It was me who made this end (oh, oh, oh) And I don't wanna be locked out I don't wanna

With the same old song About the same old love And the same old strum I may be country but I'm not dumb It goes on and on Now I love country music And I guess I always will But these days when I turn on the radio

Can you see me my love? Up there above when you were dying I was dying too, look for meaning in song But the meaning was gone 'cause I was crying I'll be there with you Right along with you if the heavens may break I hope for our sake that if they ever

Of a windmill going round Guess I'll always be a soldier of fortune And the songs that I have sung Echo in the distance Like the sound I have often told you stories about the way I lived the life of a drifter Waiting for the day When I'd take your hand

Life of the party So I guess I’ll be the life Everybody singing along to my songs Taking my shots, throwing them back Acting like you ain’t gone But I don’t want em to know I’m all alone And I ain’t got nobody I don’t want em to see I'm dying inside

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I’m fairly local, I’ve been around I’ve seen the streets you're walking down I’m fairly local, good people now It’s the few, the proud, and the emotional Yo, this song will never be on the radio Even if my clique were to pick

I'll just keep on lying to you All I give are little clues Maybe one day I'll get through But there is nothing I can do To the end of this song, to the end of this song I only need to say its true Your poor little heart already knew But there is nothing

Let's kill tonight, kill tonight Show them all you're not the ordinary type May your feet serve you well And the rest be sent to hell Cold hearts brew colder songs Fate will play us out with a song of pure romance Stomp your feet and clap your hands