These honky tonks and bright lights Used to thrill me I'd paint the town and stumble in at down But now there's no one listening for my footsteps It's winding down to one more night alone I thought I had her wrapped around my finger I didn't think this

It's a small town throwdown Crank that country up loud Its time to tall boy up let them tailgates down Yea Man its on tonight right into morning light Its time to tall boy up Let them tailgates down Round Round these parts there ain't much to do Except work

Oh, you look so beautiful tonight And I miss you when you're not around I'm getting ready to leave the ground In the city of blinding lights The more you see the less you know The less you find out as you go I knew much more then than I do now Neon

Two drifters off to see the world There's such a lot of world to see We're after the same rainbows end Waiting round round the band My huckleberry friend, moon river Moon river wider than a mile I'm crossing you in style someday Old dream maker, you

What can a poor man do, you know when the blues keep bothering him around You know, sometimes I feel, I feel like drinkin' me some gasoline I feel I'm gonna move on back down south, you know where the water tastes like cherry wine Give him a half pint of

Walk on, yeah, yeah Take a look around And tell me what you can see I guess that all depends on Exactly what you want it to be Don't know all the answers Everybody's running away, hey If you want to win the game Then you know it's a shame not to play

They know not if it's dark outside or light While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers Turn around and say good morning to the night For unless they see the sky But they can't and that is why And now I know Spanish Harlem are not

Hello, can you hear me now? This is your heart begging you, turn, turn back around I keep running, running, running running from your love And I keep running, running from you There's a voice in my head telling me to stay If I take one more step, I'll

Well up here's the window sitting way up high I can't look up enough to see the sky There ain't no good light here below Don't want no preacher man to come around I don't need him to lay my burden down Alright, I told Jesus everything I know When it's

Woke up around a half past ten Can't believe that I'm late again Put down about a quart of caffeine To start my pulse and then I grabbed my jeans off the floor Then I hit the door Just the same old same It goes to show