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

I know I've been wrong; I don't have all the answers I'm stuck in this hell somewhere in between What I want and what I need; I don't have a good reason Now that you're gone only silence and scars remain Cause now that you're gone only silence and scars

Now when I caught myself, I had to stop myself You're pushing and pulling me down to you I'm saying something that I should have never thought But I don't know what I want No I don't know what I want Down to you But I don't know what I I'm saying

You just didn't know me I'm the hunter If travel is searching And home what's been found I'm not stopping I'm goin' hunting I'll bring back the goods But I don't know when I thought, I could organize freedom

Even on sunny days, sunny days Paris don't compare to your smile What I have when I'm there with you Know-it-all's around me Telling me what I need They don't know enough about me I know you're probably worried So girl I try to hurry Right back to your

You gotta know, I'm feeling love Made of gold, I never loved her Another one, another you It's gotta be love, I said it It's gotta be love I said it A physical kiss is nothing without it And you close your eyes to see what it's done The body that lies is

King of the streets, child of clay What made them want to come and blow you away Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who knows when Opened up his eyes to the tune of an accordion Always on the outside of whatever side there was When they asked him

You tie the knot when I'm at the end of my rope, You never stop believing in me when I don't know, Who I am or what I'm supposed to be, I don't give you no good reason, But baby don't give up on me I don't go to church enough, I curse out loud I drink

Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla-dolla bill y'all "Good God Almighty, like back in the old days You know, years ago they had the A&R men to tell you what to play How to play it and you know whether it's disco and rock But

No one sees No one knows the pain No one sees what I see in you No one feels the same No one sees myself like you do DJ mash up, then mash up the deck The microphone champ is live and direct Tek time, everyting's live and that