This time has gotta be our last time Here we are again going in this cheap place What if was seen by a friend and they recognize our face We both know that it's wrong we both should be at home I know that you want me just as much as I want you You've got

I keep telling myself I'm not the desperate type Sitting out dances on the wall Trying to forget everything that isn't you I'm not going home alone 'Cause I don't do too well on my own But you've got me looking in through blinds I'm sleeping my way out

Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload Damn, my AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos My AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad

Come on, come on, we've really got a good thing going Well come on, well come on, if you think we're gonna make it You better hang on to yourself Come on, come on Well she's a tongue twisting storm, she will come to the show tonight Praying to the light

I came to fuck this shit up Yeah I came to fuck this shit up We came to fuck this shit up You know why I came, you know why I came While we on the beat goin' up I got the rythme in my cup Told my Rollie we cuttin' the rug Yeah these bitches, they swear

And the lights all went out in Massachusetts Feel I'm goin' back to Massachusetts Something's telling me I must go home The day I left her standing on her own Tried to hitch a ride to San Francisco Gotta do the things I wanna do They brought me back to

Got to keep it goin', got to keep my head up, uh I fall, I break, I mess up, I make mistakes But if you can't take me at my worst You don't deserve me at my best This song's for anybody I shout, I swear, I get angry, I get scared I got to keep it goin',

Well, I'm going to fetch my woman, people When the kid hits Alabama, people Don't you try to dog him 'round Well, I was born in Mississippi And I don't take any stuff from you I've got my pistols in my pockets boys I'm Alabama bound I've got my pistols

Let's fall to pieces together Pardon me, you left your tears on the jukebox And I'm afraid they got mixed up with mine I don't mean to pry, it's just that I Noticed you goin' out of your mind It looks like were two of a kind Why should we both fall apart

Sometimes I wonder where will we go Lord, don't take my whiskey, rock and roll I'm headed down a highway, got a suitcase by my side Blue skies hangin' over my head; I got five hundred miles to ride I'm goin' down to Memphis town to play a late night show