"Little boy, don't be scared Little boy, don't be sad My mother standing in the doorway Friday night, a smile on her face And I'll always be that little boy I was only ten years old Like the back of my hand, knew the roads I swerved my bike and lost

Hey, hey, hey Do you bury me when I'm gone Do you teach me while I'm here Just as soon as I belong Then it's time I disappear Here I go into new days I'm pain, I'm hope, I'm suffer Ain't no mercy there for me And I went on down that road

Lover come back to me When I remember every little thing You used to do Every road I walk along I walk along with you No wonder I am lonely The sky is blue The moon is new But love is old

Here they come now, gotta lay low She never knew my name, least not the one my daddy gave me I took off the way I came, moonlight reflectin' off the road She didn't want my story, so I didn't have to lie If I loved her it was only for a night Livin' life

How does Hamilton the short-tempered Protean creator of the Coast Guard Founder of the New York Post Ardently abuse his cab’net post Destroy his reputation? Welcome, folks, to The Adams administration Jefferson’s the runner-up, which makes him the vice

In the heat of the day down in Mobile Alabama Working on the railroad with the steel driving hammer I gotta get some money to buy some brand new shoes Tryin' to find somebody to take away these blues "She don't love me" hear them singing in the sun

Where'm I gonna live when I get home So where'm I gonna live when I get home My ol' lady's thrown out everything I own She meant what she said when she wished I was dead I knew our road was gettin' kinda rocky She said I was gettin' way too cocky She

There's none more Scots Than the Scots abroad There's a place in our hearts For the old sod One, two, three From the old sod to the new land We came over by the score We cut the ties said goodbye And closed the old world door

Your lips around a Coca-Cola Like you and me together My hand on the wheel and your head on my shoulder Some things never go out of style Staring at your legs on the leather of my Road trip to New Orleans Or gettin' married in Vegas Sunsets down on the

We must walk alone No more time to kill tomorrow The song has born a brand new day Conscience has been cast away Evil has been blessed with prays Heroes end up in disgrace So who will be our savior now That judge your angels to the ground It's a lonely