Will you show me love as we get older And I'm falling at your feet After thirty years of service and one to fit our need Show me love as we grow colder Let our love provide the heat But our older bones are missing But our heart's will never meet There's

You can't mix angels and alcohol You can't blend whiskey with a good woman's love You can't change lonely with a bottle of wine I don't think God meant for them to get along When it takes control, you can't love no one at all They don't go together,

Got my mojo working Got my mojo working, but it just won't work on you I'm going down to Louisiana to get me a mojo hand I got a gypsy woman giving me advice I wanna love you so bad till I don't know what to do I'm gonna have all you women right here at

You're screwed up and brilliant And look like a million dollar man I love you honey, I'm ready, I'm ready to go How did you get that way, I don't know So why is my heart broke? One for the money, two for the show You said I was the most exotic flower

Baby, please don't go Before I be your dog Turn your lamp down low You know your man down gone You brought me way down here Baby, please don't go Down to New Orleans, you know I love you so I get you way'd out here, and let you walk alone I beg you all

It's so easy gettin' through these times So easy your love and mine If you need a woman in bed with you Tell her in front what you can do It's easy, easy as pie Don't have to be a ? You don't have to lie If you play the guitar it won't be long You'd be

Got my mojo working Got my mojo working, but it just won't work on you Going down to Louisiana to get me a mojo hand I got a gypsy woman givin' me advice I want to love you so bad, I don't know what to do I'm gonna have all you women under my command I

To shut out feeling lonely; I get out of my head Lost everything around me Not dealing with it well Why would you want to love somebody when love hurts in the end? To shut out being lonely; I get out of my head Living in a broken home alone 16 weeks

One too many is never enough Everybody wants Everybody needs A little bit more 'Cause everybody wants When the one that kills you is the one that you love Can't go on! Gotta get my hands on it My hands on it

I'm hearing shooters loading pistols while I'm brushing my teeth I get so many death threats it's getting normal to me But I bend don't break, I don't ask just take Black gloves, black tape and I don't play nor pray Wake up and take a piss, I hear 'em