That's how I'll always be I'll always be a fan of ol' stray dogs and guitars playin' One room churches, back road walks and front porch swingin' Sunset skies, bonfire nights, I love the simple things I'm a little more beer bottle beer joint than a fancy

Holding on, laughing and crying I'm finding my way back home Laying in a bed that was burning It's so hard when you're young and in love Trying, and fighting 'Cause that's what you do when you're young and in love Young and in love I'm coming to see you

Holdin' on you so you run again Every time, you shy away Tied to your fears and you hide away Dreams are hard to follow when you're dreaming behind a window Holdin' it back, playin' it safe Wondering "did I do this right?", and saving it for tomorrow

Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air I dropped my anchor in the dead of night I packed my suitcase and threw it away I fell asleep in the funeral fire I gave my clothes to the police man Shooting venom at the passers-by I'm

Need a girl that I can train She's a dove, she's a fucking nightmare Unpredictable, it was my mistake to stay here On the go and it's way too late to play I need a girl that I can train Turn your back and run now You haven't got a chance now It's

At the house Got a yellow backdoor porch party light Got a speaker in the window playing Barry White You and me out here swaying, star-gazing Gonna bring it back in, break the candles out Get the mood turned on and the lights out Lose a little something

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

And daddy won't you take me back to Muhlenberg County Down by the Green River where Paradise lay Well, I'm sorry my son, but you're too late in asking Mister Peabody's coal train has hauled it away When I was a child my family would travel Down to

I been drifting along In the same stale shoes In the back of my mind If you thought that you were making your way To where the puzzles and pagans lay I'll put it together: It's a strange invitation Loose ends tying a noose When I wake up Someone will

Turn my head it's back to bed with no delay Why get up in the morning doesn't even start till two Forget reality, waking up is hard to do Remember when there was nothing else to do But to lie in bed and wonder how it was always up to you and no one else