Twenty five to life Too late for the other side Caught in a chase Caught in a change I cant keep chasing 'em I'm taking my life back I don't think she understands the sacrifices that I've made

Ooh sang it, he ain't got no money I made her mine Yeah, I took what's yours Yeah yeah, yeah yeah Jump in the Porsche, ride through the night I changed your life, now you gone rock Stay on my P's and my Q's, yeah Stay on my Q's and my P's I made her

I want to kiss the bride yeah Long before she met him She was mine, mine, mine Don't say I do Say bye, bye, bye And let me kiss the bride yeah Well she looked a peach in the dress she made When she was still her mama's little girl And when she walked

I'm gonna make you mine You're hallelujah, Sunday morning All I've ever needed, wanted Underneath this pale moon sky Yeah, I'm gonna make you mine You were made to shine under Southern stars Pure as the mountain rain You're the love songs pouring out of

I remember those songs on the radio The jasmine, the wind in your hair Summer and smoke, diamonds and dust Go where you will, do what you must The promise was made, your word was enough We had dreams, visions and plans Into the night, out of our hands

Rome Georgia Picked peaches off the trees Climbed the water tower in Paris Tennessee Drank Muscadine wine She gave me a chance and I made her mine Says she'll never fly away and she's my girl It's 'cause I showed her 'round a country boy's world She was

My yesterday was blue dear My lonely nights are through dear Since you said you were mine Oh, what a difference a day made There's a rainbow before me Skies above can't be stormy since that moment of bliss That thrilling kiss It's heaven when you find

Here's to the land that made me And made me who I am, who I am (hands up!) Here's to the land that raised me This one for the only place that really knows me From the cracks in the road that drove me There's no place like home And here's to where we all

Ashes blowin' in the air I was on fire but we don't care, yeah Wasted youth, always on the road Never looking back, and we're never getting old 'Cause the skies are black, but our heart's made of gold Fuck doing what you're told We're going nowhere fast

Harry made a bareback rider proud and free upon a horse And a fine coal miner for the NCB that was A fallen angel and Jesus on the cross A skating ballerina you should have seen her do the skater's waltz Some people have got to paint and draw Harry had