Black roses on the ground Empty bottles on the table Silhouettes of people dancing To an unfamiliar sound Hello stranger Can I call you a friend? My friend, I'm going down With empty bottles on the table Wake up in the morning feeling like I'm not awake

Way up on Bear Creek, watching the sun go down Well, it makes me feel like I'm on my last go 'round If you stay up on Bear Creek, you'll get like Jesse James I'm going high, high, up on some lonesome hill Well, the water up on Bear Creek, tastes like

When the smoke is going down I climb the stage again this night 'Cause the place seems still alive Just when you make your way back home I find some time to be alone I go to see the place once more Just like a thousand nights before This is the place

On a greyhound bus, Lord I'm traveling this morning I'm going to Shreveport and on down to New Orleans Been driving these highways, Been doing things my way It's been making me lonesome on'ry and mean Now her hair was jet black, And her name was Codene

Hell-hound, hot leather on your legs That smokin powder keg You're riding on is hell-bound And you're the one they claim It's going down in flames You're riding Hades' rails (Hellion) The devil's Hellion child Will never have to die

Hello America, hello America Yeah, I'm gonna try Hollywood and San Pedro Bay I'm gonna give my love to you Well I'm takin' me a trip I'm going down to California I'll tell ya what I'm gonna do I'm gonna take you where the lights are bright I'm gonna give

I can try to stop it, all I like Hands down I've lost this fight But I just can't hide the truth Thought I was strong, enough for you I guess I'm going down You say it's not supposed to be Tell me not to waste my time This was never up to me But if it

All of the way Just down below me is the old sea The further I go More letters from home never arrive And I'm alone Alone and alive As I row, row, row Going so slow, slow, slow Nobody knows, knows, knows

I'm going back down south now. If you wanna go, Is how far you wanna go, I'm gonna go, Baby's gonna be a big one. I'm going back down south now ahh Come on out and dance, If you get the chance, We're gonna spit on the rival.

Baby you are the weapon I choose These wounds are self inflicted I can't stop Don't care if I lose I'm going down in flames for you One more thing I'm addicted too Remember when I dove Into the crowd And I got a bloody knee