Never wanted anything so bad She got me wishing that she could stay Doesn't even know that I missed my plane Not a single thing I wouldn't trade For a ticket to L.A It was midnight in the middle of JFK Trying to take her mind off the fallin' rain

I hear the birds on the summer breeze, I drive fast I am alone in the night I've got a war in my mind Just ride, I just ride, I just ride Been tryin' hard not to get in trouble, but I I just ride I've been out on that open road You can be my full time,

Tryin' to stop your leavin' Train's a comin', river's runnin' Got a guitar on my back And I'm standin' on this lonesome railroad track Train's a-comin' It'll be here 'fore too long But I don't think I can stop it with a song Girl, that's the kind of way

I can't sing no song of hope As my guitar lies bleeding in my arms I can't write a love song the way I feel today I've got nothing to say Misery likes company I like the way that sounds I've been trying to find the meaning So I can write it down Staring

Dude. I got to hear it! I wanna fucking hear it! I can't even like I can't even process what is going on right now So, I like, like, need a moment Hold on, I'm losing it (I got two phones, I'm trying to record you crying) I can't, I'm not crying, dude!

And it's a long road out of Eden Moon shinin' down through the palms Shadows movin' on the sand Somebody whisperin' the twenty-third psalm Dusty rifle in his tremblin' hands Somebody tryin' just to stay alive He got promises to keep Over the ocean in

Talk dirty to me Been around the world, don't speak the language But your booty don't need explaining All I really need to understand is Will you talk dirty to me? Anyway, every day I'm trying to get to it Got her saved in my phone under "Big Booty"

Mark my words Mark my words, that's all that I have Mark my words, give you all I got In every way I will You're the only reason why Oh I don't wanna live a lie So you heard it all before Falling in and out of trust Trying to rekindle us

It won't be because I ain't tryin' You see I've got myself an angel Well, if I never get to heaven Eleven once or twice ain't bad If I never get to heaven And that's all I need to be my guide If I never hit seven I said, if I never hit seven And that's

Too many cooks are gonna spoil the stew There ain't nobody cooking but me and you Too many cooks are trying to get in your kitchen The first thing you know there's something missin' You got a real good oven, you've got a hot range, too Let me butter your