There's somethin' 'bout a boy from the South. Yeah, the first time I felt it I was only 16, And he kissed me underneath the chinaberry tree. Said "Goodnight darlin'," with a sweet southern drawl. Man, I think I might just have to love them all The boys

At this age How are them man still hatin'? My young boy in a different country But he ain't ever been on vacation One hand on a girl I'm datin' One hand on the cash I'm makin' We come through like Funky Friday And have all of your mandem skatin'

The man's too big, the man's too strong And I can still hear his laughter and I can still hear his song I'm just an aging drummer boy and in the wars I used to play And I've called the tune to many a torching session Now they say I am a war criminal and

I can show you how to slow dance And we can take it slow and How did you go from being a mama's boy to a ladies' man? I'm not goin' home with you tonight We can take it slow and But you can hold my hand You're tall, dark and handsome You're charming and

I'm a busy man There's a little boy out in the driveway His basketball in hand Saying Daddy could we play a little one on one You pat him on the back and say not now son His sister's out on the sidewalk Setting up a lemonade stand Hey Daddy don't you

I am the, I am the, I am the sick boy And we can pick sides, but this is us, this is us, this is I live on the west side of America How many likes is my life worth? I'm from the east side of America They say that I am the sick boy Feed yourself with my

Young man, I'm counting on you And whoa, young man, I'm counting on you Boy, you hear me calling your name The bridge is your time Your engine rolls hot If the bridges fall down, don't lose your head of steam You are now the man Sitting on the top of the

Joe, Joe, Joe Diffie 1994, Joe Diffie comin' out my radio I'm just a country boy with a farmer's tan So help me girl I'll be your Pick-Up Man How 'bout a night to remember and a fifth of Goose 'Bout to bust out my honky-tonk attitude A little feel good

Bang bang bang Now there ain't no place to run to What you go and do You go and give the boy a gun Ain't no place to run We'll shoot him down Ain't no place to run When he hold it in his hand He feel mighty he feel strong

I may be a real bad boy But baby I'm a real good man Girl, you've never known no one like me Up there in your high society They might tell you I'm no good Girl they need to understand Just who I am I may drink too much and play too loud Hang out with a