Strip it down, down, down Back to you and me like it used to be When it was an old back road with an old school beat Cowboy boots by your little bare feet Let it out, tell me right now Everything I need in them white cotton sheets Dirty dance me slow in

We'll carry on Your memory will carry on Will never take my heart You can try You'll never break me When I was a young boy My father took me into the city To see a marching band He said, son, when you grow up

I said hey, Sister Moonshine I said hey, Sister Moonshine, Who's a stranger to everyone. So, -MAKE US ALL LAUGH- -MAKE US ALL GIVE- Make us all cry, Ooo when I was a small boy, Well, I could see the magic in a day, But, now I'm just a poor boy,

I'm thinking 'bout coming home, babe I'm thinking 'bout coming home I love you in the morning when the blood runs to your cheeks Babe, you are the first thing and the last thing that I'd see I was just a boy striking matches upon your heart I couldn't

You don't miss your water Till your well runs dry But when you left me Oh! How I cried In the beginning You really loved me But I was blind And I could not see I was a playboy

In a permanent state When I was a young boy I tried to listen All this noise, I'm waking up All this space I'm taking up Maybe you'll get what you wanted Maybe you'll stumble upon it Everything you ever wanted Maybe you'll know when you see it

The weekend sits on my hillbilly world You better be ready when the sun goes down I'm a hayseed And a plow boy I'm a farm kid And a cowboy I'm a roughneck My daddy was a roughneck too I run around with hillbilly girls

We'll carry on Your memory will carry on Will never take my heart You can try You'll never break me When I was a young boy My father took me into the city To see a marching band He said, son, when you grow up

But I was there when there was nobody home Please believe me when I say I dunno Gone for good, in fact, but what does it mean? Within a year they always sold and bought Yes, he wore a cowboy hat Each bone broken in his back All the money and all the gold

Born on the bayou Born on the bayou. Chasin' down a hoodoo there. Now when I was just a little boy standin' to my Daddy's knee My Poppa said son don't let the man get you do what he done to me 'Cause he'll get you 'cause he'll get you now now. I can