(Playing with the boys) Playing, playing with the boys After chasing sunsets One of life's simple joys Bodies working overtime Staying, playing with the boys I'd say it was the right time To walk away

Then I’d just fade into you In your heart in your head in your Arms in your bed under your skin Til there’s no way to know where You end and where I begin If you were the ocean and I was the sun If the day made me heavy and gravity won If I was the red

If you go away, If you go away, If you go away If you go away on this summer day Then you might as well take the sun away All the birds that flew in a summer sky When our love was new and our hearts were high When the day was young and the night was

Going to Louisiana, baby, behind the sun If the river was whiskey and I was a diving duck You know I just found out My trouble's just begun I'm going to New Orleans get me a Mojo Hand I would swim to the bottom Drink myself back up I'm gonna get you

We all live in a yellow submarine Yellow submarine, yellow submarine In the town where I was born Lived a man who sailed to sea And he told us of his life In the land of submarines So we sailed up to the sun Till we found the sea of green And we lived

What a difference a day made Twenty-four little hours Brought the sun and the flowers Where there used to be rain My yesterday was blue, dear Today I'm a part of you, dear My lonely nights are through, dear Since you said you were mine Lord, what a

Seems that I'm the only one too blind to see The fire inside me, like lightning All my life is lighting up in front of me All this time I thought that I was running to the sun Trying to get out all my light All my light Like lightning Looking for a girl

The perfect storm Sunshine mixed with A little hurricane And she destroys me in that t-shirt And I love her so much it hurts I never meant to fall like this That girl right there's If she was a drink

I'm a cold one down at the end of the day A little sundown buzz and more on the way I wash a week's worth of dust off my old truck While Bobby Earl runs home to get dressed up Here comes Clifford, gotta forty in a brown bag In his pointed toe boots and a

Tangled up in blue Early one mornin' the sun was shinin' I was layin' in bed Wondrin' if she'd changed at all If her hair was still red Her folks they said our lives together Sure was gonna be rough They never did like Mama's homemade dress