Hands held higher We'll be on fire Does it bother anyone else Down in the forest We'll sing a chorus Singing songs that nobody wrote That someone else has your name? One that everybody knows I scream, you scream, we all scream

Like Haggard, Hank and her Nobody makes me cry, nobody gets me high Nobody says goodbye and takes me back in time To the place that we once were Nobody thrills me, nobody chills me Nobody kills me Whiskey knows my weakness Bartender knows my pain My

Stand by me, nobody knows the way it's gonna be Don't you know, the cold and wind and rain don't know They only seem to come and go away So what's the matter with you? Sing me something new Stand by me, nobody knows Yeah, nobody knows the way it's gonna

Nobody's perfect! Everybody makes mistakes You live and you learn it! Nobody's perfect Everybody knows what I'm talkin' 'bout I gotta work it! I gotta work it! (work it!) And if I'm messing up sometimes Everybody knows what, what I'm talkin' 'bout

And nobody knows it but me. I should have been chasing you, That you were all that mattered to me, That I kept inside of me and maybe, That what we had was all we ever need. I should have been trying to prove, I should have said all the things, I could

Me and my girls Me and my girls, me and my girls I'm going home with who I came with No jodas, nosotras And who I came with's not you If we want it, we take it If we need money, we make it Nobody knows if we fake it You like to watch while we shake it

And nobody knows it but me. I should have been chasing you, That you were all that mattered to me, That I kept inside of me and maybe, That what we had was all we ever need. I should have been trying to prove, I should have said all the things, I could

All of the way Just down below me is the old sea The further I go More letters from home never arrive And I'm alone Alone and alive As I row, row, row Going so slow, slow, slow Nobody knows, knows, knows

Lordy, Lordy, Lordy! I can't help it I like to party, it's genetic! It's electrifying, wind me up and watch me go Where she stops, nobody knows A good excuse to be a bad influence on you and you You, you, you, you Alright sir Sure I'll have another one

I know all about the honor of god, I've got bases to cover Melody walks through the door And memory flies out the window And nobody knows what they want 'til they finally let it all go Six o'clock on a Christmas morning, And for what?