I the Sun ov man The offspring ov the stellar race My halo fallen and crushed upon the earth That I may bring balance to this world I son ov perdition From sheer nothingness transgressed Unto the highest self, to utmost freedom To explore the starry

Oh, pretty woman Can't make you love me No matter what I do Sure's the rising sun Says all your cheap paint and powder Ain't gonna help you none 'Cause she's a pretty woman Right down to her bone So you might as well

Where, where are we now? Slip on down from that sun To climb down to earth And down to things like time Because we are all, we are all just lovers Born of earth and light like all these others We are all, we are all Oh, I wonder Fixing up to swallow me

I found me a better man Better man who loved me Better that, better that Better than you ever could I get so out of control I don’t wanna know anymore You grease my pen but I done your cat He got me feeling so fine He thought the sun had to shine

And all the light above it, too All the light under the sun And all the light under the sun Shine just for you (Summer don't turn to fall) Is gonna rise and shine All the light above it, too (Is not just for you) Well, how many subplots you got runnin'

I like dirt, I like dirt Some come up and some come young Live to love and give good tongue Sit down, get down in the sun Rocket to the woman is on the one Well, I like dirt, well, I like dirt, well, I like dirt Live in a dream Some come slow and

And I love ya When the rain came I thought you'd leave 'Cause I knew how much you loved the sun But you chose to stay, stay and keep me warm Through the darkest nights I've ever known If the mandolin wind couldn't change a thing Then I know I love ya Oh

A man wants to work for his pay A man wants a place in the sun A man wants a gal proud to say That she'll become his lovin' wife He wants a chance to give his kids a better life, yes Well hello, hello, hello brother You can travel all around the world

Wasted away again in Margaritaville Searching for my lost shaker of salt Some people claim that there's a woman to blame Nibblin' on sponge cake Watchin' the sun bake All of those tourists covered in oil Strummin' my six-string On my front porch swing

Cold beer on a Friday night A pair of jeans that fit just right And the radio up Well I've seen the sunrise See the love in my woman's eyes Feel the touch of a precious child And know a mother's love You know I like my chicken fried Well I was raised up