Ball Tongue! You were my bride, when does our friendship end? I'm not gonna give in There you are alone With no hope of ever having something to be proud of Something earned without begging Yes, I know you're a person, a person close to me Who do you

I'm gonna ride on It's another lonely evening And another lonely town But I ain't too young to worry And I ain't too old to cry When a woman gets me down Got another empty bottle And another empty bed

'Cause I ain't never seen a country boy with tires on his truck this high I said climb on up but honey watch the cup That I'm spitting my dip inside and hold on tight 'Cause it's gonna be wilder than any eight second ride Well I said hey girl what's your

In the evidence of its brilliance Would you like to try? Connect to the sky Brilliance? Future lovers ride, Their ambitions high I'm gonna tell you about love Come with me Let's forget your life

She's got a ticket to ride But she don't care She ought to do right by me My baby don't care, my baby don't care I think I'm gonna be sad The girl that's driving me mad She said that living with me For she would never be free When I was around

I'm gonna ride with you all night Sing to me like Pavarotti Taxi, taxi, give me a ride All these streets are never ending Tie 'em in a knot Drive me through a red light Waiting for everyone to stop Sing to me of Spain Take me to you operetta

'Cause I ain't never seen a country boy with tires on his truck this high I said climb on up but honey watch the cup That I'm spitting my dip inside and hold on tight 'Cause it's gonna be wilder than any eight second ride Well I said hey girl what's your

Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh That's a small face, uh, this a big face, uh Gettin' bored with this money, count it all day She can't see my room, fuck her in the hallway (yeah) Because it's the last ride ever gonna That I'm ever gonna

I'm goin' down to the Greyhound Station, gonna get a ticket to ride Gonna find that lady with two or three kids and sit down by her side Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me 'bout two or three times Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat Tryin' to

Nothing you can do's gonna change her mind When the wind decides that it's time to ride To spread a little hell through the heartland It takes a good long toke then it blows the smoke, through the desert night And the wings of fire, keep climbin' higher