This one's for my ride or die I'm just sitting here on my front porch singing If you ever need me around I'll be on the next train headed southbound I'll never let you down, I can't let you down Because when I couldn't get my feet on the ground You'd do

Sitting here at the Flora-Bama Fall in and out of love in the same night At the Flora-Bama Bout to open up a big old can of good times, unwind Can't say I got a whole lot of cares I'm in the red neck riviera It's getting crazy, getting hammered Sitting

Thinkin' about Miss Martha King Miss Martha King Do you think you're doin' me right? Yes, I'm sittin' here thinkin' Well, I'm sitin' here thinkin' I'm in love with that woman I ain't afraid to call her name Lord, I did everythin' for you Done everything

The skin that you're in is all soft now And your bones are dry as ice What you sitting round here for and why is that Cos everybody's pushing out babies now In the mornings I was getting high with you Well I thought I'd see you around but you're dead now

Champagne and wine Sittin' here thinking, about the times I roamed Different girls, that I have known Of all girls, that I have met You are the one girl that I can't forget, listen We had our time, now Good and bad, now I can't forget a man I sho' ain't

I'm just sitting In my car and Waiting for my girl. Why don't you ask the kids at Tienanmen Square? Was fashion the reason why they were there? They disguise it, Hypnotize it. Television made you buy it. Waiting for my She's scared that I will take her

I'm by the wayside By the wayside Black eyes open wide It's time to testify There's no room for life And everyone's waiting for you And I'm gone, sitting by the phone And I'm all alone by the wayside Everyone's looking at you

You hit a good lick, the stars light up Your ship comes in, you make your mark You catch a break, and you're sittin' on top Yeah, cream of the crop! You're the stuff, you set the bar You beat the odds and there you are Spend most your life sittin' in the

Sitting here, patching myself up Crying over what's left, 'cause Without you I ain't shit, but no pressure Guess I gotta learn my lesson I know that I've been swerving on this course Can't find me somewhere writin' when I'm wrong Girl, I'm just tryna see

Where's my mind Maybe it's in the gutter where I left my lover What an expensive fate My V is for Vendetta Thought that I'd feel better But now I got a bellyache Sittin' all alone Mouth full of gum In the driveway