I, I been gone I been gone too long singing my songs on the road. Another town, one more show and I'm coming home. Don't give a damn what these keys I hold I'm gonna knock down that front door, and I'ma find out what that house is made of. Been too many

It's gonna be a long, hot summer, we should be together I swear I see the stars come out With your feet up on the dashboard now Singing along with the radio, it's such a beautiful sound But when you say my name in the middle of the day, When you hold my

We were alone and I was singing this song for you You taught me precious secrets of the truth withholding nothing You came out in front and I was hiding But now I'm so much better and if my words don't come together Listen to the melody cause my love is

You know I'm no good for ya Your love is louder than mine And you tuck me into the bed And I know that you've been praying for nirvana That Prosecco done got you feelin' like Rihanna Singin' stay, so I'll wait So you bend 'til you'll break And I'm no

Keeper of the flame I'm the keeper of the flame The teller of the story Like fireflies in the rain For the ones that came before me For the little pilot lights waiting to ignite I'm walking in their footsteps I'm singing their old songs

Everywhere you are I'll be sleeping in the stars I'll be sleeping in the stars Shining through the dark You may cry a tear or two and that's okay Watching, smiling, singing out into silence When God calls me home And my soul is laid to rest That won't

The traveling, the singing, it don't mean nothing without you The fast cars, the guitars, they are all just second to, This life, this love that you and I have been dreaming of, for so long It'd all be as good as gone, without you. I've loved you since

We’re dancing on tables 'Til I’m off my face With all of my people And it couldn’t get better they say And it’s all out of tune Should be laughing, but there’s something wrong And it hits you when the lights go on We’re singing 'til last call Such a good

On the nights on Broadway (blame it on the nights on Broadway) Blamin' it all (I'm blamin' it all) Singin' them straight to the heart songs Singin' them sweet sounds Singin' them love songs (yeah, yeah) Well, I had to follow you Though you did not want

This is the last cowboy song The end of a hundred year Waltz The voices sound sad as they're singin' along Another piece of America's lost He rides the feed lots, clerks in the markets On weekends sellin' tobacco and beer And his dreams of tomorrow,