You really know how to make me cry When you gimme those ocean eyes I've never fallen from quite this high Falling into your ocean eyes Those ocean eyes I've been watching you For some time

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

Decisions as I go, to anywhere I flow Sometimes I believe, at times where I should know I can fly high, I can go low Today I got a million, tomorrow, I don't know Make me feel the warm, make me feel the cold It's written in our story, it's written on the

How bad do you want it? How bad do you need it? When I'm here on this highway Breathing diesel smoke Driving hard for hours Trying to make that Memphis show People always ask me "Son what does it take

Sorry, I ain't sorry I ain't thinking 'bout you I ain't sorry, nigga, nah I ain't sorry Middle fingers up, put them hands high Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye No no, hell nah He trying to roll me up, I ain't picking up Headed to the club, I ain't

I just want to live while I'm alive (It's my life) It's my life I ain't gonna live forever My heart is like an open highway Like Frankie said I did it my way And it's now or never This ain't a song for the broken-hearted No silent prayer for the

Nobody's foolin' nobody is to where it goes And The highway is alive tonight I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light Man walks along the railroad track He's Goin' some place, there's no turnin' back The Highway Patrol chopper comin' up over the ridge

Do you cry sometimes? And your papa's kinda mean You can stop playing that shit out on me Chasing down a wild fire Are you trying to make a cold liar out of me? You wanna get high? You overcome those desires before you come to me I think your mama's

Whenever you remember Whenever you remember times gone by Remember how we held our heads so high When all this world was there for us And we believed that we could touch the sky Whenever you remember, I'll be there Remember how we reached that dream

Priscilla, Priscilla It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King How'd you get him to yourself? Between the whistle calls and Southern dolls He's always in high demand We turn around and the world's right there Woman to woman, I'm starting to see