And the hearts a lonely hunter all alone When you're all alone There's a fog upon the skyline Clouds my view And the city's cold and lonely Without you And so I set out upon the highway Bound to leave your memory behind And the praire wind it chills me

I said, "It's High Green, mate Via Hillsborough, please" We'll ask if we can have six in If not we'll have to have two Well, you're coming up our end, aren't you? So I'll get one with you Won't he let us have six in? Especially not with the food He could

Na na na na na na Yeah, I learned how to let go, and how to take the high road On laugh, on love, on the way I feel right now I'm on another level, you can't bring me down So I turn up a cold one, and I turn up the volume Na na na na na na, yeah You can

Damn your eyes For taking my breath away For making me wanna stay For getting my hopes up high For making me fall in love again 'Cause with that look I know so well I fall completely under your spell I can do what I want I'm in complete control

Got a long list of ex-lovers They'll tell you I'm insane So it's gonna be forever Or it's gonna go down in flames You can tell me when it's over If the high was worth the pain 'Cause you know I love the players And you love the game 'Cause we're young

All day, nigga How much time you spent at the mall? All day, nigga Tell your P.O. how-how long you been high? All day, nigga South, south, south side! All day, nigga I took a deep sweet breath, and I reached into my head Gave him what I had left At that

With hands held high Into a sky so blue The ocean opens up To swallow you. Stuttering and mumbling For nightly news to replay And the rest of the world Watching at the end of the day Like what did he say?

It's here, it's near I see it all so clear Tonight your flight will take you higher You live a life of fear Tonight's the night that will inspire Can he comfort thee Through the darkness and the pain? Will you be there once again Disciples of Babylon?

This whiskey got me feelin' pretty So pardon if I'm impolite I just really need your ass with me I'm sorry 'bout the other night And I know I could be more creative And come up with poetic lines But I'm turnt up off sizz' and "I love you" Is the only

The winos bummin', the rich folks slummin' Jacksboro Highway, Jacksboro Highway Jacksboro Highway, there's always something goin' down Just outside of Fort Worth, Texas, one ninety-nine There's a rundown strip of night clubs, been there for a long, long