Down at the Whiskey Living out our dreams Do you remember when? We were on the run Got loaded like a shotgun We never made a dime But god we had a good time We always made a scene Runaways in a van

Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves on the ground In a crooked little town, they were lost and never found Run away before you drown, or the streets will beat you down I hitched a ride, until the coast To leave behind, all of my ghosts Searching

Show you a side of these two lanes you've never seen Heating it up behind a high beam Ooh, baby you and me, just a-running down crazy Flying high, living careless, on the edge of wild and reckless Hold on tight, I'm 'bout to show you one hell of a night

I can't help feelin' like I do I've always bee the kind of man to jump the gun, and cut and run. Stayin' one step agead of that ol' ball and chain. Settlin' down never crossed my mind. It was easier to leave the knot untied. It looks like a lot of things

Set me on fire Want you to burn my bridges down (down, down) I, I keep on running I’m building bridges that I know you never wanted Look for my heart You stole it away Now I’ll never sing the road that I could take

I'm sprung, Dog she got me, Got me doing thing's I'll never do If you ain't been I'm telling you Got me doing thing's I'll never do If you ain't been I'm telling you Well it all come down to her

Run the money up, way up Life ain't sweet ain't no lay-up Stayed the same and they changed up I knew they was gon' change up Money never gon' change us Drip for sale, they gotta pay us I stayed down and I came up So I just be in my lane stuck Cook that

Show you a side of these two lanes you've never seen Heating it up behind a high beam Ooh, baby you and me, just a-running down crazy Flying high, living careless, on the edge of wild and reckless Hold on tight, I'm 'bout to show you one hell of a night

Show you a side of these two lanes you've never seen Heating it up behind a high beam Ooh, baby you and me, just a-running down crazy Flying high, living careless, on the edge of wild and reckless Hold on tight, I'm 'bout to show you one hell of a night

Nobody saw him running from sixteenth avenue. They never found the fingerprint or the weapon that was used. But someone killed country music, cut out its heart and soul. They got away with murder down on music row. The almighty dollar and the lust for