(Whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Lord knows I need something to fill this void Lotta shit happens, like, being in show business A lot of shit happens, like, like, I make a lot of money, you know And I'm really happy about it And I'm not

Bitch don't kill my vibe Lord forgive me I am a sinner Who's probably gonna sin again Things I don't understand Sometimes I need to be alone I can feel your energy from two planets away I got my drink I got my music I would share it but today I'm yelling

This goes for all around the world (grrrrah) 'Til the world is gone This goes all around the world (grrrrah) So we carry on Thank God I got it All night with the bag Lord I need it, Lord I need it, Lord I need it So we carry on, git, git! Thank God,

And a trip to the moon It was the needle and the spoon Thirty days, lord and thirty nights I'm comin' home on an airplane flight Mama waitin' at the ticket line Tell me son why do you stand there cryin' Took me away, took me away I've been feelin' so

Who says you can't have it all I've got everything a broken heart needs Oh, I'm doin' fine don't you worry 'bout me 'Cause I'm Lord and Master Of a fool's Taj Mahal A stark-naked light bulb hangs over my head There's one lonely pillow on my double bed

You got the love To see me through Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air Sometimes I feel like saying "Lord I just don't care" But you've got the love I need I know I can count on you Sometimes it seems the going is just too rough And

When all your love is lost And burning bridges can't be crossed Lord won't you let me know Or give me one more reason to go I done took all I could take from you Need a little bit more than a break from you Matter of fact fuck you, don't need you in my

I feel my wheels have come undone I've fallen off my tracks Lord, I need your guiding hand If I'm to make it back Oh, make it back, back, back...

Because we are that fire It's not your mind, self, not your thoughts, not your soul Because she needed us, she needed love But we're all gone to strip that ground The higher we climb These shapes, shapes show And this place is more holy when nobody knows

Lord it's the same old tune, fiddle and guitar Where do we take it from here? Rhinestone suits and new shiny cars It's been the same way for years We need a change Somebody told me, when I came to Nashville "Son, you finally got it made" Old Hank made it