Oh sing your favorite song Left to tears Dreams it goes and then on And as it broke there was one And so the story goes on'n'on Come women if your life beats Those we we buried with the house keys Smoke and feather where the fields are Green from here here to

Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River Then I'm gonna sit right here here until I die I met her accidentally in St. Paul,

You never talk to me What are you thinking Why won't you talk to me What are you feeling Where do we we go from here here It doesn't have to be like this All we we need to do is make sure we we keep talking We're going nowhere For millions of years mankind lived just

It's got what it takes So tell me why can't this be love? Straight from my heart Oh, tell me why can't this be love? Oh here here it comes That funny feeling again winding me up inside Every time we we touch Hey I don't know Oh, tell me where to begin cause I

What we we doing? Where ya at? I've been drinking, it's lit as fuck Who you with? What ya want? I told her where it's at? Where it's at? Where it's at? Where it's at? She fine and got ass and tits Pre rolls, no blunts Hop in my whip That bitch go fast as

Whoa, well I never meant to brag But I've gotten what I wanted now Whoa, it was never my intention to brag To steal it all away from you now But God does it feel so good 'Cause I got him where I want him now And if you could then you know you would

Baby, please don't go For be a dog Down to New Orleans You know I love you so Well, your mind done gone To git you way down here here I make you walk the log Baby, your mind done gone Left the county farm

Out of this goodbye town Nothing but a goodbye town Gotta find a way to finally get out This ain't nothing These streets are only bringing me down You're gonna think of me Right there's the high school where we we met We'd sneak out back for a couple kisses

Why don't you catch my pony, now saddle up my black mare? ...my pony, saddle up, up my black mare? You know, I'm gonna find my baby, well, in the world somewhere You know, he's a travelin' horse, an' he's too black bad He's a travelin' pony, I declare,

You are a fairy-tale Don't you wanna stay? I hope that you don't run away We We should run away I can hear them tapping on the ground Where do we we wanna go? I know an ambush where we we won't be found And so we we went to the place, honey Listening to the