Well I woke up this mornin' it was drizzlin' rain Around the curve come a passenger train Heard somebody yodel and a hobo moan Jimmy he's dead he's been a long time gone Been a long time gone a long time gone If you wanna get to heaven gotta D-I-E you

Give me somethin' to ride to And forget about life to The kind you wanna get high to Lay back in the night to Yeah used to be dance songs Slow jams and romance songs But now that she's gone and the radio's on Yeah I just want one that don't sing about

Love the way you pay attention You notice everything So I give my everything My pain and my struggle My friend and my lover Feels like a forever thing Yeah, you take my everything So we can have everything Yeah, we gon' have everything

Rocky Mountain way Is better than the way we had And I don't need the ladies cryin' 'Cause the story's sad, yeah yeah Better than the way we had Spent the last year, Rocky Mountain way I couldn't get much higher Out to pasture, I think it's safe to say

Like we're breathin' fire Na na na na na, na na na na na Na na na, na na na na na And we can be We live like we are free And we can roll downtown to where we're from And we can ride that dragon all night long We can run, we can run Chase after those

Whoa, well I never meant to brag But I've gotten what I wanted now Whoa, it was never my intention to brag To steal it all away from you now But God does it feel so good 'Cause I got him where I want him now And if you could then you know you would

On them hot summer nights when I get a-wild here I got a moonshine stash in a cypress stomp An old tractor tire where I sit by the fire And drink to a sweet swamp song I got an old Jon boat that I stowed down there And a catfish line going, bom bom So if

Grease is the word It's got groove it's got meaning Grease is the way we are feeling Grease is the time, is the place is the motion Is the word We take the pressure and we throw away Conventionality belongs to yesterday There is a chance that we can make

Ashes blowin' in the air I was on fire but we don't care, yeah Wasted youth, always on the road Never looking back, and we're never getting old 'Cause the skies are black, but our heart's made of gold Fuck doing what you're told We're going nowhere fast

So give me the work Me, too, me, too You gon' make me skrt skrt You gon' make me stop stop 'Cause you and me don't need anybody else Just you on me 'Cause I don't need no help, no 'Cause I like freaking You like sex on the weekend