Now I must die by my own hand 'cause I'm not man enough to live alone. and I'm better off dead now that she's gone. She couldn't stand me anymore so she just took the kids and went. You see, I've got a drinkin' problem, all the money that we had I spent.

Now I'm wavin' You know just takin' it slow, baby I think I'm bad as hell I got issues, out of line Sayin' tomorrow I'll get the dishes Easy bake, easy wake up on Just give as much as you take Forgive as much as you hate

With her every little move she's telling me I'm over you She's got the rhythm and I got the blues And she's got the rhythm and I got the blues And she's showing me how much I had to lose This old bar stools feeling higher As a started sinking lower The

Come on, come on, we've really got a good thing going Well come on, well come on, if you think we're gonna make it You better hang on to yourself Come on, come on Well she's a tongue twisting storm, she will come to the show tonight Praying to the light

( * Repeat) I know what she's doin' I saw it comin from the start I've watched her in motion She's aimin right for my heart Guess I should know better But it's hard to refuse She's got it down to the letter *Youngblood,

Gotta get me some. And it turns out she's got everything I want, but all rolled into one. She smokes a little home grown, drinks a little Cuervo. Still a little down home, there was never a doubt. You know, she's got everything I want, but all rolled

But I'm fleeing with you and I'm glowing (Ooh) And we don't own now with all we got I will follow you and we'll both go missin' (Yeah) No I, And we don't even know where were going I still watch as she's runnin' away So she was born to live this way We

Up all night and we were feelin' so good Yeah, we got a little higher than we probably should We were in a hotel singin' in the hallway lights We were strikin' the matches right down to the ashes Setting the world on fire, setting the world on fire World

My father told me, lying on his bed of death, "boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self 'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor The

Uh ah, uh ho Yeah, she's gotta have soul Or it won't feel right Well, just plain, clean and simple Wrapped up nice n' tight And homegrown and down-home, that makes one Cookin' up that old time, long lost recipe for me, woh It's gettin' hard to find