So I bow my head and pray Don't let 'em get in my way, ay Don't let 'em get in my way To get a couple grand Momma told me it won't be easy Get it how I live Follow what I feel And I know I can use some change But sometimes to make it out you gotta do

Tip it on back, make it feel good Sip a little more than you know you should Let the smoke roll, off your lips Let it all go whatever it is and tip it on back I don’t wanna remember what I’m here to forget tonight So tip it on back I see main street

We'll get through it Don't, don't you wish we tried Do you feel what I feel inside And all the loss stronger than pride Oh, no don't Don't let your anger grow Just tell me what you need me to know

I don't want the sun to shine I want to make love Just this magic in your eyes and in my heart I don't know what I'm gonna do I can't stop lovin' you I won't stop 'til break of dawn makin' love Hold my hand, feel the touch of your body cling to mine You

I've got those midnight blues Can't get no sleep, don't know what to do It's the darkest hour of the darkest night Every evening after sundown As the light begins to fade I feel so low, but I just don't know Why these blues won't go away It's a million

I just have a gut feeling Don't know why I don't know what it was, really But the more we touch, the more it starts killing me Got the answers that I need Intuition telling me

You don't know what I'm feeling Into your own All 'cause you won't listen Listen, I am alone at a crossroads I'm not at home, in my own home And I've tried and tried To say what's on my mind Well, you should have known

Oh tell me, tell me baby Tell me, am I the type you go for? Am I just wasting my time? All of the things running through my mind I've been staring down your way Don't know exactly what to say I'm wondering if you feel the same Because everytime I'm

I don't want the sun to shine I want to make love Just this magic in your eyes and in my heart I don't know what I'm gonna do I can't stop lovin' you I won't stop 'til break of dawn makin' love Hold my hand, feel the touch of your body cling to mine You

What you call me? (tramp!) No you didn't! (you don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats) Well, I tell you one doggone thing It makes me feel good to know one thing, I know I am a lover (Matter of opinion) that's all right, mama was, papa too And