Get into the groove Boy you've got to prove Get up on your feet, yeah Step to the beat Your love to me, yeah Boy what will it be You've got to Only when I'm dancing can I feel this free At night I lock the doors, where no one else can see

People say we got it made Don't they know we're so afraid We're afraid to be alone Everybody got to have a home Just a boy and a little girl Trying to change the whole wide world The world is just a little town Everybody trying to put us down

Here's to the land that made me meAnd made me mewho I am, who I am (hands up!) Here's to the land that raised me meThis one for the only place that really knows me meFrom the cracks in the road that drove me meThere's no place like home And here's to where we all

Just following my instinct Just know that I stay in-sync With my instinct Never wrong, anyting or anyting in the South I'm just following my instinct Never wrong, anyting or anyting in the Southside Following my Tell me mewhat you wanna do Brown skin's all

It ain't me, it ain't me meI ain't no fortunate one, no Some folks are born, made to wave the flag Ooh, they're red, white and blue And when the band plays, "Hail to the chief" Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord I ain't no senator's son, son Some

You'd fuck like a whore Your thighs were made for cheeks to graze My lips, your poison They bring you to your knees Breathing and grasping all leads to another messy ending You stupid fucking bitch One, two, three, four (all the things that she said, was

Oh Lord, please don't let me mebe misunderstood But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good I try so hard, don't let me mebe misunderstood Baby, you understand me menow If sometimes you see that I'm mad Don't you know no one alive can always be an angel?

Take a shot for me, ooh A shot for me meTake a shot for me meI can see it in your eyes, you're angry Regret got shit on what you're feeling now Mad 'Mad cause he ain't like me meOh you mad 'mad cause nobody ever did it like me meAll the care I would take, all the love

What are we doin' love What are we gonna tell all our friends You don't have to like someone to love someone That rule was made to be broken But if we have to say goodbye to a life we've gotten used to We're like summer and winter We're not one bit alike

And his daring life of crime Made him a legend in his time Well he never traveled heavy Yes he always rode alone And he soon put many older guns to shame And he never had a sweetheart From a town known as Wheeling, West Virginia Rode a boy with a six gun