And I'm just as country as country can be I grew up on Jones and Tammy Wynette Blue collar dollars and the sun on my neck Nascar and Earnhart, still miss number three Hey, I'm just as country as country can be Wide open spaces fit me like a glove Still

How long will it take to break you off? If you really wanna fuck with me, I'm ready uh Baby, let me give you a call. If you really wanna fuck with me, I'm ready Is this Tupac? What's ya phone number Now I could make miracles with pimp hoes. It's

'Cause I hope one day you'll get the sense to call me I'm hoping that you'll say So I'll keep your number saved 'Cause I hope one day I'll get the pride to call you You're missing me the way I'm missing you To tell you that no one else Is gonna hold you

Hey, how ya doin'? Sorry you can't get through You called, I missed it Why don't you leave your name and your number? So long, baby, I'm gone You called, I missed it, You called, and I missed it, Never get back in, tired of listenin' Why don't you leave

Every single one And there was nothing... Grannus' healing touch - Cernunnos' beckon Deo Sucellos' strike - Taranis' piercing roar Dandelions floating like snow Witness the eternal laws of nimiety Is numbered Not one is forgotten Is just one more in

And P.S. if this is Austin I still love you She left without leavin' a number Said she needed to clear her mind He figured she'd gone back to Austin 'Cause she talked about it all the time It was almost a year before she called him up Three rings and an

Sex, and drugs, and dirty money On the race to rule the world, you Cut your teeth on fame and diamonds Your time is up now Three, Two, one one one one one one one one one one (We number) one one one one one one one one one

I need to live a little, have some fun Take some time, waste it on number one Find a girl that brings my whole world to a stop Live a little, love a lot Stressed out, running late, racing down the interstate Spilled hot coffee down the front of my jeans

I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston

I stayed in Mississippi a day too long There's only one thing that I did wrong Was stayed in Mississippi a day too long Every step of the way We walk the line Your days are numbered So are mine Time is piling up We struggle and we scrape