You get yours and I'll get mine Chasing whiskey, sipping shine Gripping nickel plated nines So you get yours and I'll get mine On that Mason-Dixon line Engine, engine number 9 The caboose is loose the train track's unattached and I Engine, engine number

Priscilla, Priscilla It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King How'd you get him to yourself? Between the whistle calls and Southern dolls He's always in high demand We turn around and the world's right there Woman to woman, I'm starting to see

And then you get up and get up and get up again Never run down Just keep telling yourself there's no shame They don't know 'bout who we are They don't know 'bout you and I They ain't know 'bout the stars of your eyes Oh hot blood love is gonna get ya

Swing life away We get by just fine here on minimum wage I'll show you mine if you show me yours first Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words I won't cross these streets until you

When you shoot across the sky like a broken arrow It's so hard to keep yourself on the straight and narrow It's all I've got Yeah when you hit the ground It's hard to get to heaven when your falling hell bound Every break, every burn, every toss, every

That's why I'm Get up and get yours nigga O, O, O, O, O I think this I'd like to reintroduce myself, ha ha

Priscilla, Priscilla It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King How'd you get him to yourself? Between the whistle calls and Southern dolls He's always in high demand We turn around and the world's right there Woman to woman, I'm starting to see

She only gets stoned when you ain't home And I know bro code and I ain't breakin' it But bro, you got yourself a situation, bro You better get your girl home, boy You better take yourself home, boy You better tell her you love her, you need her 'Cause if

On some rodeo man Best thing he ever did was leave ya You better pull yourself together Tina, I swear you're better Than just waiting around Don't talk about him, Tina You gotta get yourself up and dust them boots off Ain't no use in staying sad or

Get a hold of yourself Get a hold of yourself, now boy Get a hold of yourself, now As I sit and wait for some answers The questions go round like a Kamikaze pilot Enlightenment's just a romancer I wish it were here burning brightly though the skylight If