Sing a song about the Heartland When you hear twin fiddles and a steel guitar You're listenin' to the sound of the American heart And opry music on a Saturday night Brings a smile to your face and a tear to your eye The only place I feel at home Sing

Cut you like a razor blade She won't cut you like a knife, like a knife That little look in her eyes'll You're blindfolded walking South down the whiskey tracks She's rolling north like a neon train Bolt of lightning in the night Speed of light, you

I'm just a horse on the moor I'm just a horse with no name He means to ride me on, He sees a battle he don't want to face alone I bolt upwards and shake him off my back He falls to his knees, on to a bloody track Well I can't be your horse any more

That's the thoughts of a fool thinking out loud I had a love and it was all mine I drove her out, I must've been blind She loved me so, but I was untrue She's gone for good, what can I do? There's not a thing that I can say about her Except I don't know

When she loves me When my baby loves me, She lays it all on the line. When she loves me, Her hair is red And her eyes are green She's soft and tender But she can be mean She knows what it takes to keep me

Right then, that's when I'll take you back It's like music To hear you bawling When a freight train jumps off a track And rolls down my road And it's summertime in Texas And they're playing in the snow

You and I will not be shaken By the winter sound But my voice is suffocating Ah-ah-ooh-ow In the winter sound Stop, you're cold against the skin You take me in your arms when walls are closing in, ooh-ooh And I run, I run, I run, awakening my heart But

Just like my mama said And I'm going straight to hell I'm going straight to hell 'Cause I'm going straight to hell I grew up just west of the tracks Holdin' me to hold me back Around your door she's callin' out my name

If you want a bad boy then baby you got it Got a bad toy sittin' in the parkin' lot Take you to the wrong side of the tracks Baby you ain't gonna wanna come back 'Cause I'm a free bird and damn proud of it If you want a bad boy Want a bad boy You're a

I'm going away for a bit, when I'm back (Sounds of the sir) Nobody's saying my name on a track When I get nervous, man, I start merking "Skengman 5" when I'm under attack Should've thought twice before you opened your trap