Down in the valley, ha In the valley so low, Hang your hair over your shoulder And you can hear the four winds blow, now, oh my Now can't you hear the wind blow my love, Can't you hear the wind blow, We're down in the valley, ha In the valley so low,

But I had no idea what a good time would cost Till last night when I sat and talked with you Time was once just a clock to me And life was just a book a biography Success was something you just had to be And I would spend myself unknowingly And you know

But I refuse ‘Cause I don’t want to live like I don’t care I don’t want to say another empty prayer Oh, I refuse to Sit around and wait for someone else To do what God has called me to do myself Oh, I could choose not to move Sometimes I, I just want to

Whiskey and wimmen almost wrecked my life Were'nt for whiskey and wimmin, I'd have money today Nightlife, nightlife, nightlife Ain't no good, ain't no good for me I had a good start, but wimmen and whiskey tore it down Whiskey and wimmen ain't no good

Step by step I know you're hurting Well, there's a bridge and there's a river That I still must cross As I'm going on my journey Oh, I might be lost And there's a road I have to follow A place I have to go

Ain't got no place to call a home The devil's going to set me free The devil's going to make me a free man Only chains and broken bones (The devil's going to make me a free man) (The devil's going to set me free) Oh, the devil's going to make me a free

M-hmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss M-hmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss (Drip, drip, so slick, that's my lipgloss) Baby boy, gon' rot your teeth like what? Yeah, you know I'm sugary sweet Oh, damn (oh, damn) That flavor, flavor so good

Well there's a bridge and there's a river that I still must cross As I'm going on my journey Oh, I might be lost And there's a road I have to follow, a place I have to go Well no-one told me just how to get there But when I get there I'll know Cause I'm

I've got rambling I've got rambling all on my mind Is to leave my baby 'Cause she treat me so unkind I'm going down to the station Catch that old first mail train, see I got mean things all on my mind I got the blues 'bout miss so and so And her son's

Don't take your guns to town son Leave your guns at home Bill Don't take your guns to town A young cowboy named Billy Joe grew restless on the farm A boy filled with wonderlust who really meant no harm He changed his clothes and shined his boots And