You ride like a cowboy toward the sun And life ain't fun, when you're on the run Got your gold and you got your gun The life as an outlaw just begun Got your shotgun by your side Got your horse and you got your pride You ride till there ain't no place to

Johnny you're too bad Now you're lootin' now you're shootin' Boy you're too bad One of these days when you hear a voice say come Where you gonna run to? There will be no rock Walking down the road with a pistol in your waist Walking down the road with a

When the girls talk boys When the girls, when the girls talk Oh, when the girls, when the girls talk When you're talking to your girls, do you talk about me? Do you tell them white lies, do you tell them the truth? 'Cause every night you and I find

We're going to shoot you But don't get the wrong idea And there's nothing in your head or pocket Throat or wallet You're appealing to emotions that I simply do not have So put your hands in the air and don't make a sound That could change just how this

Give you something good to celebrate I'll give you a taste Make it like your birthday everyday I know you like it sweet So you can have your cake Boy when you're with me So make a wish I'll make it like your birthday everyday I'll be your gift

Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR And acquaintances turn to friends, I hope those friends they remember me Hold the

Before you speak, don't move ‘Cause I don't wanna wake up Wake up, wake up, wake up You're such a dream to me If you can believe (Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum) Last night boy I met you Yeah, when I was sleeping And it was on a

You're the best thing about me Why am I walking away? The best things are easy to destroy The best thing that ever happened a boy I'm the kind of trouble that you enjoy Walking away When you look so good, the pain in your face doesn't show When you look

Joan of Arc (Jeanne d'Arc) Tell the boys I'll follow you Tell the boys their time is through I'll follow you 'Cause they got no heart You're my Joan of Arc When the boys are over you Mais ce n'est pas moi Joan, it's true

Boys will be boys Have some composure And where is your posture? You're pulling the trigger Pulling the trigger Give me envy, give me malice, give me your attention When I say shotgun, you say wedding