You are the same little woman, was so nice and kind to me in every way You have a strong constitution, and I'm not gonna let you down Hold up your head, and don't let your conscience get you down Hold up your head darlin', don't let your conscience get

Hey baby, I'm a country man Hey, I'm a country man A city boy can't do the things I can You need hands, rough not soft To come and warm you up up in that cold hayloft Let me hold you little darling in my big strong arms Can't get these kind of muscles

(Youngblood) She's my little youngblood Punch-drunken youngblood She's a loner, not a stoner Bleeding heart and the soul of Miss Teresa Supernova, Cherry Cola She's the cedar in the trees of Minnesota I'm a rough boy 'round the edges

Tell it like it is Now if you want something to play with Go out and find yourself a toy 'Cause little boy my time is too expensive And I'm not a little boy So if you are serious, don't play with my heart It makes me furious But if you want me to love

I'm a busy man There's a little boy out in the driveway His basketball in hand Saying Daddy could we play a little one on one You pat him on the back and say not now son His sister's out on the sidewalk Setting up a lemonade stand Hey Daddy don't you

It's not where I belong Windows in rooms that I'm passin' through Little boy, six years old A little too used to bein' alone Another new mom and dad, another school Another house that'll never be home When people ask him how he likes this place He looks

We’re going nowhere How can I love you boy if you’re going nowhere Leave, you are not the boy you said you’d be I’m tired of asking myself why Time for me to move on And it’s so hard for me to breathe Bye, don’t have the strength to see you cry Sick of