Anchor my soul no more On the outside running smooth Of a gutless cold machine Although, I saw it coming You leave me hanging high Lost my sense to confide Blanks, confused and empty

Sometimes I wonder where will we go Lord, don't take my whiskey, rock and roll I'm headed down a highway, got a suitcase by my side Blue skies hangin' over my head; I got five hundred miles to ride I'm goin' down to Memphis town to play a late night show

She won't stop me put it down And don't look back Oh baby don't stop Bury me and fade to black So get your gun and meet me by the door Would I lie to you? Gun it while I'm holding on Don't stop if I fall Wait until it fades to black

You're not mine anymore She said you need to let me go She said I'd die for you, you're like my drug but I can't get high off you Since you left, I've been holding onto a memory And you said I changed and you're so damn sick of me Since you walked out

'Cause we go way back Some things don't ever change Yeah, you and me Like Prince and Marvin Gaye Like South side on Sunday James Brown and Michael J Like them high school parties We go way back Don't you ever think

This is love This is what I'm made with She likes the shark print with the zip-up High hats with the hiccups Dark tints on the pickup Pineapples and liquor She moves with the machine Play the game to change it This is how it is to be

Late for the hanging, yes he's headed for the moon And hang 'em high He comes from nowhere and he turns on his own Blasting out the night, his cap hides his eyes One eye on the road, price upon his head One ear to the ground, he's listening to the dead

Free and easy down the road I go Pair of boots and a sack of clothes Hanging memories on the high line poles Ragweed's rocking on the radio So I keep rolling like an old banjo Got the sun shining on me like a big spotlight So I know everything is gonna

Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump but now they blast, right Remember back in the days when niggas had waves Cazal shades and corn braids Pitching pennies, honeys had the high-top jellies Shooting skelly,

'Cause we go way back Some things don't ever change Yeah, you and me Like Prince and Marvin Gaye Like South Side on Sunday James Brown and Michael J Like them high school parties We go way back Don't you ever think