All that wasted time I wonder if you ever think about it like I do Seven kids on my two lane road After all this time it still feels so good When I think about those summer nights Singing out the window, on the back roads, Sweet Child of Mine Sipping on

If we had just been honest That was my dude, why you gotta pick him though? I was selfish in the way that I acted I keep doing things just to get a reaction Ya, I wonder if he still hit you now, fucking you like I used to I know you think about all the

(Go back, go go back) Tell me would you even, would you still believe in me? Every night is keeping me awake I keep thinking about all the things that I would change Tell me would you even, would you still believe in me If we could turn back If we could

If New Orleans is beat, if New Orleans is beat Where does that leave you and me? Don't think about it Your smile is fading a bit, so I ration it Here where the Mississippi quits Where it's still got a bit of Minnesota in it No one will give you a thing

We were born to be together And it hurts like hell To be torn apart To be thrown around I could only be myself with you around Oh, with you around And now there’s nothing left for me to think about Whoa, to think about.

Please come home My friends think I'm insane cause I've turned old and gray And I'm still waiting and I cannot be alone. Please come home. it must have been about 100 years... at least 100 years... I wish you could come back- just come back home. The

And I wish I never fell so deep in love with you And now it ain't no way we can be friends 'Cause I know she still thinks about me too And it ain't no way in hell And I wish we never did it And I wish we never loved it La la la la la la Look what this

How do you like me now Now that I'm on my way Do you still think I'm crazy standing here today I couldn't make you love me But I always dreamed about living in your radio How do you like me now?! I was always the crazy one Who broke into the stadium And

Ah, girl, girl Is there anybody going to listen to my story All about the girl who came to stay? She's the kind of girl You want so much, it makes you sorry Still you don't regret a single day When I think of all the times I tried so hard to leave her

You say you're livin' on the edge and I think you're hangin' from a ledge Too scared to hold the hand that wants to help you up Are you still a bullet in your daddy's gun Don't forget boy you're your mama's only son She's at home and she's been praying