The sun goes down He takes the day, but I'm grown And in your way He walks away My tears dry on their own In this blue shade So we are history Your shadow covers me The sky above ablaze

Yeah, rum is the reason pirates never ruled the world I ain't getting much done But I'm having fun sailing on the deep blue sea My whole body goes numb from a bottle of dark rum and the sun sinking down on me My catch of the day is a tall Cuba libra

If you find a new look now Would you kick the old one out? Right now, right now Watchu' gonna do when the sun goes down? Who you gonna love when I'm not around? And I ain't tryna play the victim But I got my suspicions Sayin' you're alone

Somewhere nice we can be alone Don't be sad when the sun goes down You'll wake up and I'm not around We'll still have the summer after all Hey there summer boy Let's get lost you can take me home Bikini tops, coming off Ive got to go oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Where the sun comes up about ten in the morning And the sun goes down about three in the day And you fill your cup with whatever bitter brew you're drinking In the deep dark hills of eastern Kentucky That's the place where I trace my bloodline And it's

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh oh Darling, just hold on ‪What do you do when a chapter ends?‬ ‪Do you close the book and never read it again?‬ ‪Where do you go when your story's done?‬ ‪You can be who you were or who you'll become ‪The sun goes down and it comes

The sun goes down He takes the day, but I'm grown And in your way He walks away My tears dry on their own In this blue shade So we are history Your shadow covers me The sky above ablaze

You set me on fire Spark and it's like gasoline I start purring like a machine My heart only runs on supreme So hot, give me your gasoline When the music goes up And the sun goes down Lightning strikes

And if they get me and the sun goes down And if they get me take this spike and Can you take this spike? And if they get me and the sun goes down into the ground And if they get me take this spike to my heart and You put the spike in my heart And if the

When the sun goes down You’re gonna need a flashlight You’re gonna need a candle I think I can manage that When you leave town I’m gonna buy you a calling card ‘Cause I’m falling hard for you I go back on Labor Day And I will try to make my way