That's why New York's my home New York's my home, sweet home But it hasn't got There's a rumor going around That some of you good people Want to leave this town But you better consult me before you go 'Cause I've been in all these places

I wanna ride all night 'Til we get tomorrow shining in the headlights I want to show you around this little farm town Find some places that we can’t be found, girl Just wanna take my time, just you and me baby Bet you’d look good on a two lane back road

Throwing it all away Don't throw it all away In a lonely place Where we're living in this town The sun is coming up and it's going down But it's all just the same at the end of the day Nobody says it's wrong So we don't ask why 'Cause it's all just the

I hate to see that evening sun go down 'Cause my baby, he's gone left this town Feelin' tomorrow like I feel today If I'm feelin' tomorrow like I feel today I'll pack my truck and make my give-a-way St. Louis woman with her diamond ring Pulls that man

Wonder milky bitch You know how to do it You don't like arithmetic Tasting,touching,swallowing me Drinking me like bloody Mary This is the story of a country girl Back in town from her country house She came to me with her muddy boots She destroyed all

She got the best of me She broke my heart Now all that's left of me Is beating in this guitar Every night, a different town She follows me around So you get what's left of me Yeah, you get what's left of me 'Cause she got the best of me

Go to the penthouse floor (let's go, let's go, let's go) All this trouble in this here town All this shit going down When will they focus, on this Streets ride up with the TV crews Look ma, we on the news But they didn't notice Before this They float

And I don't go giving up There's a little devil in us all Swear everybody in this town just wants to see you fall Baby, it's no fun, so know it's just a game, yeah Oh, keep running outta love When I'm running outta love, love No, let's say I've had

Whoa oh oh oh oh We get real low, we get real high It ain’t all good baby but it’s all right This is real life in the real world We ain’t talking to no models We got real girls Well I grew up in a real town Where the prom queen had a plastic crown

Back when we were rockstars Back when the air guitars were the only sound And you'd strum the chords and I'd put the pedal down Two-man dashboard band rollin' through this town Had that rearview shakin' to the kickdrum beat Leaning West Coast deep in the