Everything you gave Stay with me Did I say that I need you? Did I say that I want you? What if I did and I'm a fool you see No one knows this more than me Nothing you would take Yes I understand That every life must end

I won me a trophy I just wanna take you out and show you off You already know that you the perfect one Girl when I'm with you, feel like a champion Ever since I got with you I feel like I done won me a trophy I won me a trophy (I won, I won, I won) I

My people singing I'm wanted and on the run Please use discretion When you're messing with the message man These lyrics aren't for everyone Only few understand Release me from the present I'm obsessing, all these questions Why I'm in denial

Oh and I know, and you know that we've been here before I think I know how it should end We got an audience calling us crazy We ignore those with opinions of hate Friends with insanity as of lately Everyone comes with scars but you can love them away I

Next thing we're touching Oh, everybody's starry eyed Whoa oh oh ah ah And everybody goes And my body goes You look at me it's like you hit me with lightning Oh, oh, starry eyed (starry)

Catch me if you can I'm in the jailhouse now Well hey, hey Mr. Policeman Hey, hey Mr. Policeman Bet I can drive faster 'n you can C'mon hoss lets have some fun Go on shoot me with a radar gun You look bored and I sure am I got a 75 Firebird trans am

Tell it like it is Now if you want something to play with Go out and find yourself a toy 'Cause little boy my time is too expensive And I'm not a little boy So if you are serious, don't play with my heart It makes me furious But if you want me to love

Sing, sing, sing, sing Everybody start to sing La dee da, ho, ho, ho Now you're singing with a swing And when the music goes around Everybody goes to town But here's something you should know Ho ho baby ho ho ho

Hell, that's alright with me I like whiskey and tight denim On good-hearted women And for that I make no apologies Call me country, call me hippie A wildcat from Dixie And if you do or don't like what you see Everybody knows I like whiskey Preferably

Scat cat, you’ve got gravy on your tail And I know the day is coming My luck will run its course Got to slow down with a woman Ride a faster horse If a bullet doesn’t find me They’ll let me rot in jail Well momma’s in the kitchen cooking Irish stew