Oh baby, you can find me. In the back of a jacked up tailgate. Sittin' 'round watchin' all these pretty things. And I'll find peace. At the bottom of a real tall cold drink. Chillin' with some Skynyrd and some old Hank. Let's get this thing started. It's

This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (What you want) I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it Miss me with that bullshit (Bullshit) You ain't really wild, you a tourist (A tourist) I be blackin' out with the purist (The purist) I made a hundred

Close enough to feel this moment Closer, closer Take another hit Just fake it 'til you feel it Open up and let me in I just wanna feel you Hey, all I really know is that I felt okay When I met you in April You were looking at me

Ddrat, da-da-da-um-da Look back at it I get goosebumps when I look at it She ain’t never do this before, but she good at it Oh, girls just wanna have fun with it These girls ain’t really no good for me, yeah Ddrat, da-da, da Drdat, da-da-da, da Ddrat,

Down in the islands, down in the islands If you really wanna know where you can find me You should lose track of your timing Grab a drink beside me I'll be unwinding Can anybody here pass me a beer And I'ma keep playing this music that you hear And if

Since the day of my departure I've been stumbling through reality I play my symphony in reverse In search for that special path Be gentle to the tear in this I Lonesome arms, lost its wings again Buy me a trip to the moon So I can laugh at my mistakes I

Make me feel The way you make me feel I could stand here forever There's nothing else this real Six o'clock again The night is at an end In the quietness Into your love, I feel When the winter's gone

Just me and you and these empty cups Oh-oh-oh-oh Hands on your body like there is no one at the party Turn my television up so nobody can listen We're getting real, real close Can't let this moment go If you want it like I want it Let me take you to

Step inside, see the devil in I Too many times, we’ve let it come to this You’ll realize i’m not your devil anymore Undo these chains my friend I’ll show you the rage i’ve hidden Perish the sacrament Swallow, but nothing forgiven You and I can’t decide

If this was the cold war we could keep each other warm I said on the first occasion that I met Marie We were crawling through the hatch that was the missile silo door And I don't think that she really thought that much of me I never had to learn to love