Don't give up 'Cause you have friends You still have us That river's flowing In this proud land we grew up strong* We were wanted all along I was taught to fight, taught to win I never thought I could fail No fight left or so it seems

Listen to my song And if you want to sing along It's where I want to be The only place for me Where my spirit can be free It's about where I belong Sometimes far into the night And until the morning light

I've been up, I've been down I've been kicked to the ground But I can't get my mind off of you So I keep on movin' on to a place I belong Hopin' you wanted me to I'm better than I was before I'm knocking at your door I'm coming back for more I keep

It's just a fantasy It's not the real thing But sometimes a fantasy Is all you need I didn't want to do it but I got too lonely I had to call you up in the middle of the night I know it's awful hard to try to make love long distance But I really needed

You can fight this all you want, I surrender every dream, Every weapon you've got, Every secret that I keep, You surrender your heart, But tonight belongs to me But tonight belongs to me, Everyone's a passenger tonight, Just another accidental on the

But you've got to show me love Words are so easy to say So baby if you want me You've got to show me love Heartbreaks and promises I've had more than my share I'm tired of giving my love And getting nowhere, nowhere It's been so long since I touched a

I'm old fashioned But I don't mind it That's how I want to be As long as you agree To stay old fashioned with me I am not such a clever one About the latest fads I admit I was never one Adored by local lads Not that I ever try to be a saint

I'm old fashioned But I don't mind it That's how I want to be As long as you agree To stay old fashioned with me I am not such a clever one About the latest fads I admit I was never one Adored by local lads Not that I ever try to be a saint

Seven years of hard luck, comin' down on me From the Florida border, yeah up to Nashville, Tennessee I worked in every joint you can name, mister every honky tonk Along come Mr. Yankee Slicker, sayin' maybe you're what I want Want you to sign your

I only want to be In your record collection As I thought I was I take too long To answer telephones I take too long to type my name And record messages But my handwriting is excellent