Who's gonna go out and find you When you're lost out in the night? Who's gonna be the voice that tells you Everything's all right? Who's gonna be the one to pick you up When you fall down? Tell me who, who's gonna catch you now? Every time you fell I was

Carry me back to old Virginny, There's where the birds warble sweet in the spring time, There's where the cotton and the corn and taters grow, There's where the darkey's heart am longed to go. There's where I labored so hard for old massa, Day after day

At the house Got a yellow backdoor porch party light Got a speaker in the window playing Barry White You and me out here swaying, star-gazing Gonna bring it back in, break the candles out Get the mood turned on and the lights out Lose a little something

Rock me baby, rock me all night long Rock me baby, honey, rock me all night long I want you to rock me baby, like my back ain't got no bone Roll me baby, like you roll a wagon wheel Honey, roll me baby, like you roll a wagon wheel Want you to roll me

You're coming back! You've been gone much longer than you Ever said you had the plan to I'm just gonna wait 'till you come home Though I count the days, they're grey without you The weather's much better when I think about you I'm just gonna wait till

I said, "Oh, go Johnny, Johnny B. Goode tonight," yeah Deep down in Jamaica, close to Mandeville Back up in the woods, on top of a hill There stood an old hut made of earth and wood There lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode He never learned to read

Cool, in denial We're the cruel regulators smoking Cigaro, cigaro, cigar With a feeling so pure My cock is much bigger than yours My cock can walk right through the door It's got you screaming back for more We're the regulators that deregulate We're the

Tryin' to stop your leavin' Train's a comin', river's runnin' Got a guitar on my back And I'm standin' on this lonesome railroad track Train's a-comin' It'll be here 'fore too long But I don't think I can stop it with a song Girl, that's the kind of way

Right now, you know I miss your body Ey, yeah, yeah, yeah Every time you go away, you're always tryna fight I could try to fill the space with someone else tonight So I won't kiss nobody until you come back home And I swear, the next time that I hold you

I was thinking she would come over, stay over Wake up hungover, still head over heels for me Thought it was something we could talk over, drink over Then it would be over, back to how it used to be No, but it's the kind where the sheets get colder And