Yeah I guess that’s my church Can I get a hallelujah Can I get an amen Feels like the Holy Ghost running through ya When I play the highway FM I find my soul revival Singing every single verse I’ve cussed on a Sunday I’ve cheated and I’ve lied

Taken away to the dark side I wanna be your left hand man I love you when you're singing that song and I got a lump in my throat because You're gonna sing the words wrong Lady, running down to the riptide Oh, and they come unstuck Oh lady, running down

This will be the day that I die We started singing Bye bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levy But the levy was dry And good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye The day the music died I started singing

You live without shame You’re digging up a gold mine Standing on the sidelines You are caught up in your gravity Watching through the looking glass Singing your own praise I would not expect you felt alone in standing north Better to rise above the

This is how we roll We hanging round singing out everything on the radio We light it up with our hands up Yeah this is how we roll And this is how we do We're burning down the night shooting bullets at the moon baby The mix tape's got a little Hank,

And now I'm just numb Because they took our love and they filled it up Filled it up with novocaine and now I'm just numb So don't stop, don't stop 'till your heart goes numb I don't feel a thing for you Singing I am your worst, I am your worst nightmare

110 in the shade Iced tea won’t cut it And neither will lemonade I need a cold Budweiser on a bar stool And a jukebox by my dear Singing cold beer country 'Cause it’s cold beer country round here So dang hot you want to sit around naked Ain’t rained one

At the sick bed of Cuchulainn, we'll kneel and say a prayer And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head

"We've done four already but now we're steady And then they went: One, two, three, four" Singing in the sunshine, laughing in the rain Hitting on the moonshine, rocking in the grain Got no time to pack my bags, my foots outside the door I got a date, I

I know what you wanna hear Truck tires on a two lane rolling River rushing and a warm breeze blowing in Hair all around to the sound Of the radio singing in the background Gravel grinding, while we're finding A little spot I can make a fire in Top