Doc Holiday An outlaw walking through the valley of men Glared with a sunken eye of death Moved his head from side to side and said Come on you gutless slugs fight like a man State your name and business and let's see what you got Another body for the

Our love's an asylum Where you and I go Where we go, go, go, go crazy In a state of madness Wrapped up in your magic Ecstatic, an addict Oh, we landed on another planet And it feels like home here Will never go back there

If I woke up next to you Me and you, setting in a honeymoon We're the new face of failure Prettier and younger, but not any better off Bulletproof loneliness at best, at best Last year's wishes are this year's apologies Every last time I come home I take

I know my rights, je t'aime Paris Live or die like c'est la vie So down, is there no hope? I can't believe in no one Act like you're over it, still be upset With my fist in the air, "je suis Charlie" Can't ya see I'm feeling magnifique? Hello, I'm

Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones An ice cold beer sittin' in the console Memory lane up in the headlights Has got me reminiscing on the good times I'm turning off the real life, driving, that's right Smoke rollin' out the window Yeah I'm chilling

In a town this size, there's no place to hide Everywhere you go you meet someone you know You can't steal a kiss in a place like this How the rumors do fly in a town this size How the rumors do fly in a town this size In a smokey bar in the backseat of

Please don't be too long while you're gone There ain't enough to keep me here too long Not like the last time I stood in line Just enough to keep me bouncing off the wall, yeah It didn't work like she said it would Just like livin' in Hollywood Just like

Across the world I've seen People and places Could be the same But with a different name. And boy, I've got the Birmingham Blues. Working on the road across this great big world I've been rolling like a stone, I never get back home Yes, I've been

Now I just wanna know Don't just sugar coat Or say it all if you want Now could you tell me like it is? Pretty little fears Music to my ears Bet you from the West Side, mmm, mmm Do better, who better? You better? Been around

In our rockin' chairs That are going to fly by like lightning so they say These are the nights (yeah) The good times that we left the wild side out to play These are the Sunday mornings We talked to the Lord, get right with the man upstairs Get back to