Oh Lord I'd be lost But for the grace of God Is your happiness embracing me But for the grace of God go I I must've been born a lucky guy Heaven only knows how I've been blessed With the gift of you love And I look around and all I see

So we love how she fit inna the clothes With the fat piece of twingy twanga exposed (God Knows) Gal model and gal no stop pose Cause you naw drop off like Mikey J's nose (It shows) Top gal and me well want a doe so come on Baby girl it's time to get

You gotta love it You better own it And god knows it You gutta shu uh shove it I'm gonna make things happen Goin' round n' round n' round... Any way you can feel it You shouldn't try to conceal it baby You got to make up your mind Any way I can steal it

You're sleeping, son, I know But, really, this can't wait I wanted to explain Before it gets too late For your mother and me Love has finally died This is no happy home But God knows how I've tried

Freeway, cars and trucks Riding with Lady Luck And now the sun's coming up I'm riding with Lady Luck Well my time went so quickly I went lickety-splickly out to my old '55 As I drove away slowly, feeling so holy God knows, I was feeling alive I'm riding

Amanda, light of my life Fate should have made you a gentleman's wife I've held it all inward, God knows, I've tried But it's an awful awakening in a country boy's life To look in the mirror in total surprise At the hair on my shoulders and the age in my

I can't quit you The minute you arrive, I'm gone But I've been mistaken, oh, you just been playing Still I'm addicted to the same old Coldplay song And every time you turn it on God knows I can't fix you But I can't quit you No, I can't quit you

Looking for a place to happen Making stops along the way, hey I'll put your coat up on the bed We've all been here since, God, who knows? I've got a job, I explore, I follow every little whiff And I want my life to smell like this To find a place, an

'Do it slow' I don't know Alabama's gotten me so upset Tennessee made me lose my rest And everybody knows about Mississippi goddam But that's just the trouble The name of this tune is Mississippi goddam And I mean every word of it Can't you see it

And I know what's on your mind God knows I put it there But if I took it back Well you'd be nowhere You'd be nowhere again In my cold arms Weekend wreckers take the streets With abandon in their eyes But in our bedroom we're bloodshot and beat