Ain't no way we're going home Yeah, so let's go Yeah, let's go We can do what you wanna do What you wanna do Baby, we can do better Baby we're going, baby we're going Let's stay on the run forever

I'm a born sinner But I die better than that, swear You were always where I needed you to be Whether you were there or not there (I was there) I was born sinning But I live better than that (better tonight) If you ain’t fucking with that I don’t care

And I got you now, I'm not alone All I need in this life is one From the altar to the grave Trying to find a way, getting better every day And only savior of masochists It's the last days of our life and faith, amen Well, it's the dead end, slave One

It'll take more than that to get to me More than that to get your way Wanna take me home, better be more convincing I know I ain't right for tempting you If I gave you a taste of what I do Just remember that I don't belong to you You gon' have to come

There must be a better world somewhere Oh yes, I know Sometimes I wonder Just what am I fighting for? I win some battles But I always lose the war I keep right on stumblin' In this no-man's land out here

Get back, honky cat Better get back to the woods Well, I quit those days and my redneck ways They said, get back, honky cat You better get back, honky cat Living in the city ain't where it's at It's like trying to find gold in a silver mine Get back,

Don't go knockin' on my door Gotta stay away for sure You better get off my back You say you miss me like crazy now But I ain't buyin' that Don't go knock on my door I am better off without you Stronger than ever and I, I'm tellin' you now Don't go knock

Cordell, Cordell And I hope you've gone to a better place They say that you past away Cordell, time will tell Time will tell, time will tell Nana, nana, nana, nana Though once you ruled my mind I thought you'd always be there And I'll always hold on to

I don't want to stay Oh yeah can you see them? Out on the porch Ah, but they don't wave Round the front way, yeah And I know and I know On a porch a letter sat

Hit my line, hit my line I know you want me to throw it back on you I been east side, love, baby, just come through Baby, we can bump and grind, bump and grind Baby, we can bump and grind, ease your mind But I think you look way better with your clothes