Oh baby it's oh so cold in this place Oh maybe it's all so close to the bitter end Oh maybe it all just burns like a living hell I'm all alone, and here comes the dawn Until the break of dawn Hearing boots walking into the bar Four men dragging their

Here we go again You know how niggas do when we play how we play A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do Same old shit, dog, just a different day So if it's fuck me, nigga, then you know it's fuck you Same old shit, dog, just a different day (It is not a

Girl, it's astounding the way that you ground me Just by being around me, help me stay true Behind every man is a woman standing Holding his hand and seeing him through You're my co-pilot Always by my side, looking so fly Baby you got me Clouds hit the

Old lion's dying, got left behind Cut your teeth, lose your meat And man it's just a matter of time Key's to the cuffs, you might be king That's it, that's all, that's everything Skeletons come here to dance Where barrooms beat their brothers Into a

A man can't face the cold, hard truth And closing time is when I'll leave. Till then it's just between this bottle and me. Yeah, this is just between the bottle and me. With nothing less than 90 proof. Didn't come in here for your sympathy, And a honky

I know too well that it had to be Stop this world, let me off There's just too many pigs in the same trough There's too many buzzards sitting on the fence Stop this world, it's not making sense Stop this show, hold the phone Better days this girl has

Something's got a hold on me Love or somethin like it's got a hold on me It's cheap but it ain' free Show me a bar with a good lookin woman Then just get out of my way Show me the jukebox, I'll tell you a song you should play Sooner a later a few shots

Land of the free, land of the free In the land of the free I'm standing crying (oh oh oh oh) Can't wipe the wind-blown smile from across my face It's just the old man in me Washing his truck at the Sinclair station In the land of the free (ooh) His

Would you just accept if we murdered your children? 50 young niggas sellin' crack for a livin' Single income and he tired of the feelin' "Momma, I'm a man," gotta show her that he meant it It's a cold ass world, gotta show 'em that he get it Watch a good

Something's got a hold on me Love or somethin like it's got a hold on me It's cheap but it ain' free Show me a bar with a good lookin woman Then just get out of my way Show me the jukebox, I'll tell you a song you should play Sooner a later a few shots