Ridin’ down the highway Who wants to be the DJ I’ll find a spot on the side of the road You find something on the radio A real, real good song We'll know it when it comes on We had no money and no place to go All we needed was a radio Seventeen, the only

na na na na na na na na na na na Well, I wrote my number down. I'd never wrote it down before. I was gonna bring over like something from a film but I didn't have the bottle at all. Well I had a look and you kept staring. Your head pairing up with mine

It ain't but two things That I really understand Yeah when I was in the country I only had two friends Yeah that was a whistlin' woman You know boys and a crowing hen Well you know that is a lyin' woman You know boys and a jealous hearted man Yeah I'm so

I might as well get stoned Might as well get stoned Get it off my mind Ain't got a thing to do All I've got is time The bottle's all I've had to be a friend of mine And since my whiskey's gone Well, she said, she didn't love me And kicked me out the door

You make it easy to see High ball shooter You sure ripped the low ones off me You´re a high ball shooter Well I´m a rock and roll preacher Not a Sunday school teacher You ain´t no shady lady But I love the way you strut your stuff You´re a snow queen

But don't just sit with folded hands and become blind 'Cause even when there is no star in sight You'll always be my only guiding light Well I know I had it all on the line One, two, three We're on the permanent red The glaze on my eyes When I heard your

I know too well that it had to be Stop this world, let me off There's just too many pigs in the same trough There's too many buzzards sitting on the fence Stop this world, it's not making sense Stop this show, hold the phone Better days this girl has

I'm not okay You wear me out Well if you wanted honesty, that's all you had to say I never want to let you down or have you go, it's better off this way For all the dirty looks For photographs your boyfriend took Remember when you broke your foot from

Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains And a few more of your least favorite things It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses Along with the people inside What a wonderful caricature

Well, now it getting, Late on into the evening and I feel like, like blowing my home. When I woke up this morning all I, I had was gone. Now it getting, Late on into the evening, man now, I feel like, like blowing my home. Well now, woke up this morning,