Never mind all the things you heard about me You're never gonna understand it Every time that I've given you the truth It's never made a bit of difference Disappointment takes you Then the doubt, it breaks you It's enough to make you cry Always looking

Far from their land as they made their stand A disregarded demand It's surrender or die and the stakes are high Still disregarding demand They would never comply, they would rather die They live or they die, there's no time for goodbye Weapon in hand,

But I'll never get over losing you Was a fool with my money And I lost every dime And the sun stopped shining And it rained all time Oh it did set me back some But I made it through But I never get over losing you Do you know how much mean to me

But I'll never get over losing you Was a fool with my money And I lost every dime The sun stopped shining And it rained all the time It did set me back some But I've made it through Do you know how much you mean to me? Should've told you but it's through

You only know how to fly And I've made the same mistakes But I won't this time No I won't this time You're a pretty butterfly You keep on passing by You never land inside my hands Your home is in the sky And there's a lesson waiting to be learned

Our roots are stronger than you know Up through the concrete we will grow What little time we spent A penny on the floor Is it all mine? I have an engine made of gold Something so beautiful The world will never know You lost your mind

Then I think that I've seen enough Oh, I've given you all of my love But it's still not enough Oh, if this is what dreams are made of Give a little time to me Give a little trust and you'd see Give a little peace of mind You never know what you might

And his daring life of crime Made him a legend in his time Well he never traveled heavy Yes he always rode alone And he soon put many older guns to shame And he never had a sweetheart From a town known as Wheeling, West Virginia Rode a boy with a six gun

The way he should I got it bad, and that ain't good Never treats me sweet and gentle 'Cause I got it bad, and that ain't good My poor heart is sentimental Not made of wood But when the weekend's over And Monday rolls around My man and me We pray some

Never in the wrong time or wrong place Desecration is the smile on my face The love I made is the shape of my space My face, my face All alone not by myself Another girl bad for my health I've seen it all through someone else (Another girl bad for my