And somehow you left me neglected We've found our life's been changed We've lost it all The love is gone And we had magic And this is tragic You couldn't keep your hands to yourself I feel like our world's been infected, And though we tried

Even though I'm on my own, I know I'm not alone Because I know there's someone, somewhere praying that I make it home So here's one from the heart, my life right from the start I need a home sweet home to call my own It was you that told me I could do

But I'll never get over losing you Was a fool with my money And I lost every dime The sun stopped shining And it rained all the time It did set me back some But I've made it through Do you know how much you mean to me? Should've told you but it's through

There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes, Jesus Christ died for nothin I suppose. Little pitchers have big ears, Don't stop to count the years, Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios. Sam Stone came home, To the wife and family

Feeling like a fool inside I need somebody, someone Can somebody help me? All I need is some pain Not just for me I need somebody, someone, somebody, somebody, someone I can't stand to let you win I'm just watching you

Smokin’ and drinkin’ on the weekend like we did back in the day Smokin’ and drinkin’ got cha thinkin about the one that got away So here’s to all those nights all we felt was life, smokin’ and drinkin’ Smokin’ and drinkin’ It was one of those times what

Jamaica sunshine Place called Jamaica, Looking for a place to have a perfect vacation, If you really wanna have some fun Or even a honeymoon I know the place to make the perfect reservation, Come let me take you there soon, yeah To a place called

Baby's into running around Hanging with the crowd Putting your business in the street talking out loud Saying you bought her this and that And how much you done spent I swear she must believe it's all heaven sent Hey boy you better bring the chick around

Oh, pretty woman Can't make you love me No matter what I do Sure's the rising sun Says all your cheap paint and powder Ain't gonna help you none 'Cause she's a pretty woman Right down to her bone So you might as well

Are we the last ones left alive? Are we the only human beings to survive? All that we can do is just survive All that we can do to help ourselves is stay alive I hear the sound of gunfire at the prison gate Are the liberators here, do I hope or do I