Has anybody seen my soldier, standing all alone? Has anybody seen my soldier just trying to get home? Don't close the door when you leave, it's cold out I need to see the air when you breath and say out loud That you'll be home soon Not to worry, you're

Pretty girls drinkin' tall boys Watchin' pretty girls drinkin' tall boys Swingin' their hips to a country song Silver cans up in the air Ain't nothin' like gettin' right Chasing a buzz with a cold Bud Light 'Bout pretty girls drinkin' There ain't much to

It was rare, I was there, I remember it all too well I walked through the door with you, the air was cold, But something 'bout it felt like home somehow and I Left my scarf there at your sister's house, And you still got it in your drawer even now. Oh,

If the pussy good, hit it two times Don't be talkin' 'bout me or my bitch, right Keep it 100 with my clique, right Came fresh cold out the strip, right Ciroc shots in the air Oh-la-la-la, la-la-la, make a movie then Oh-la-la-la, la-la-la, make a movie

Whiskey's in the air, dog's on the burner Beer's ice cold, got a pretty little lady to hold Southern summer And that sun shining down like Daddy's silver dollar Gotta hop on the old dirt road to the days of gold Yeah, these are the days of gold Well it's

So what'cha gonna do about it? Take those horns, throw them up We like our hair down, volume up Kick like a machine gun Cold beer, stage dives Scream along all night Metal brings us to our knees Motherfucking therapy Wear it like a scarlet letter

Is a waterfall Every teardrop is a waterfall I turn the music up, I got my records on I shut the world outside until the lights come on Maybe the streets alight, maybe the trees are gone I feel my heart start beating to my favourite song

'Cause we got all night Why don't you stay Why don't we go there? Let's take a ride Out in the cold air I know the way, why don't you go there with me? And we're going nowhere I know you want, know you wanna take it slow Think about all the places we

You and me are floating on a tidal wave You and me are drifting into outer space Trying to repair it And singing Trying hard to speak and Fighting with my weak hand Driven to distraction It's all part of the plan

When I heard that sound When the walls came down I was thinking about you When my skin grows old When my breath runs cold I'll be thinking about you It was almost love, it was almost love When I run out of air to breathe