At the Cold Spot RC, moon pies and a softball team Learned about life Learned about girls Learned about livin' in this cold, cruel world It was crickets, minnows and kerosene It's where you bought your tag for your white-tailed deer A hole in the wall

Why don't you be the artist, and make me out of clay? Why don't you be the writer and decide the words I say? 'Cause I'd rather pretend I'll still be there at the end Only it's too hard to ask, won't you try to help me You wait, I wait, casting shadows,

Does your mother know that you're out Well I can dance with you honey If you think it's funny And I can chat with you baby Flirt a little maybe Take it easy (take it easy) Better slow down girl That's no way to go Does your mother know?

The thrill is gone The thrill is gone away The thrill is gone, baby I'm free from your spell You know you done me wrong, baby And you'll be sorry someday It's gone away from me The thrill is gone away from me Although, I'll still live on

Act like a swine Your just a pig inside a human body Squealer squealer squeal out you’re so disgusting You’re just a pig inside Paint your face and C-catch the beat Maybe I should have a little more just to stay out of my mind 'Cause its when I'm not

When it's sunny in Seattle and it's snowing down in New Orleans And them boys from Amarillo stop wearin' those boots and jeans When Memphis ain't got the blues That's when I'll stop lovin' you Baby, I don't mind you askin' If there's gonna come a day

And it's not that I'm evil Before you were born, I was already sinning I can't even be your friend It's not because the light here is brighter I just don't like to pretend Your mama's got nothing on me Your daddy's got nothing on me And the world that

Oh we don't know the roads that we're heading down We don't know if we're lost, that we'll find a way We don't know if we leave, will we make it home We don't know, there's hope, then we'll be okay It's hard when you're living and you don't feel much And

Try living, try try living You ain't lived in a woman's world If you never been told how you gotta be What you gotta wear, how you gotta speak And if you can't see that it's gotta change But she goes to the same job everyday She's overworked and

Say goodbye, my friend Here's your promised end Be a part of the grand parade Along we're driven On and on, it's a grand parade We're one, we're so sorry to say It's all the same, you will see On this grand parade