And we roll I take off time to time With those crazy friends of mine Head out on steel horses With wheels and we ride We burn up that road to old Mexico Blend in with the desert Just we amigos Cowboys like us sure do have fun

Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock Everybody in the whole cell block This one recorded live Right here tonight And I think you've got the fuckin' jive Cause we've got some bad beat boogie woogie For ya boys

I don't think Waylon done it that way And if he was here he'd say "'hoss, neither did Hank" I ain't dogging what you're doing but boys, come on let's get real Get-ups, gimmicks One-hit wonders that don't stick Pretty boys, acting tough Boy bands give it

It ain't right, babe, no It ain't right, no no Mama, don't do that you know It ain't right, yeah, boy boy. It ain't right, yeah, boy boy. All the "bad boys" want some brawl, it's tricky And girls enjoy, they feel so lucky Laughing at weeds running out

I close my eyes and I kiss that frog Each time finding I don't think so, I don't think so It's not like I'm not tryin' The more boys I meet, The more I love my dog This boy here wants to move too fast He sees my future as havin' a past, well That boy

Me and the boys just want to rock, there's some things you never stop We got it and we're never lettin' go, just me and the boys Me and the boys Always livin' on the outside, never had no place to hide Feelin' so alone I got this thing dead to rights,

Are impossible you see But when it gets to Friday What'cha get is absolutely me Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Clear the way boys The lady has arrived All you handsome fellas Please wait for me to the right Don't keep me waiting

Someone still loves you At the overpass, at the overpass Sketchy girls and lipstick boys Troubled love and high speed noise Let me hear you say somethin' (That perfume lingers in your hair) (You need me don't you?) Meet me, meet me I know you wanna meet

Now everybody they lookin' at me, now they lookin' at me Smokin' and stackin' and countin' up green I think I need me a money machine I heard some fuckboys are plottin' on me Waist 32, .40 tucked in my jeans Won't forget when no one cared about me

Yeah everything goes away But bones in the ground We were tight knit boys Brothers in more then name You would kill for me And knew that I'd do the same And it cut me sharp Hearing you'd gone away But everything goes away