It’s your cold day in the sun Looks like your bleeding heart has already won Took the high dive into your brain And you made your lonely calls You just might wear your welcome out If you don’t let it go There’s nothing that you couldn’t say 'Cause you’ve

We gonna burn all afternoon like it's something to smoke So baby I don't know about you but I'm ready to roll We got some laid back country tunes on the radio We gotta whole lot of nothing to do and no where to go Girl I've been at work all week Fingers

So lay me down In that open field out on the edge of town And know my soul is where my mama always prayed that it would go If you're reading this, I'm already home If you're reading this My mama's sitting there Looks like I only got a one-way ticket over

He's just a singer, a natural born guitar ringer Kind of a clinger to sad old songs He's not a walk-behinder, he's a new note finder But his name's a reminder Of a blues man that's already gone So he started drinkin', took some things that messed up his

I'm the last leaf on the tree The autumn took the rest but they won't take me The autumn took the rest But they won't take me When the autumn wind blows They're already gone They flutter to the ground 'Cause they can't hang on There's nothing in the world

Party's on, let it run You're in town having fun 'Cause you're looking for chance to run Let's run, whoa oh You're the fame, scream my name Gonna know it now the game is on Don't stop, whoa oh You're a hotshot, ten o'clock, ready for the night to rock

Al amanecer Are you ready to try again? I think I’m ready Okay, here we go

I'm just a cold beer drinker, check out the callus on pop-top finger Got a cooler in the back with a 12 pack ready to roll I'm a killer karaoke country singer, top-water rattle-trap spinner bait slinger king of the grill and a short putt sinker Whiskey

I'm always ready to die but you're killing me My demise, I took a life worth living and Made it worth a mockery I deny, I fold, but they keep on coming Gone, I couldn't murder your promise Right before my eyes The revolutions of my psychosis Kept me

I'm so fancy Who that, who that, I-G-G-Y You already know I'm in the fast lane From L.A. to Tokyo Can't you taste this gold Remember my name, 'bout to blow That do that, do that, I-G-G-Y