Out in the country, back roads and one horse towns. We saw fiddles play our guitars loud. We talk the talk and walk the walk To the honky tonk stomp. Man, standin' on a band stand, band standin' Bendin' and bangin' them strings. Eye candy shakin' on a

This party, this party wasn't over Somebody, somebody should've told her Hands up in the air, still swaying That band she loves still playing She had this old boy from the boondocks Sweet talking, walking on moon rocks I wish somebody would've told her

We ain't got to prove shit to y'all so all y'all can lick the balls and keep walkin' Bitch keep talkin' Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin' Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin' Cause we ain't stoppin' cause you ain't stoppin'

This party, this party wasn't over Somebody, somebody should've told her Hands up in the air, still swaying That band she loves still playing She had this old boy from the boondocks Sweet talking, walking on moon rocks I wish somebody would've told her

Oh, well a sayin' that you're leavin', I don't want to hear that talk Stare at disbelief in me when I just up and walk Oh, woman and a woman, them are silly games you play, yeah Dealin' with your troubles drove me away Outta love (outta love) again,

You're loud, I'm louder You're weak, I'm power Go ahead and try to paint me red Spin doctor, shit talker I make the rules, you ain't got nothing on me Don't think your straw man means a damn thing to me Sleep walker, fear monger Cause I'm like no one

Only a woman She ain't that kind of girl Only a girl Upon our skin so bad Well you walked in You walked in real late You ... and you talked about How changed the stone and the Brooklyn gate Takes me back to that first time

Let the four winds blow Let 'em blow let 'em blow From the east to the west I'll love you the best I like the way you walk I like the way you talk Let me hold your hand Try to understand I want a girl like you To tell my troubles to

That’s who we are That’s how we roll The outsiders We do our talking, walk that walk Wide open rocking Our backs to the wall A band of brothers Together, alone, the outsiders

It's too bad it's too bad It's too bad we had no time to rewind Let's walk, let's talk Too late, so wrong, so long It's too late, so wrong, so long Father's hands are lined with dirt From long days in the field Mother's hands are serving meals