She's my dream girl So I'll wait for her, to come She won't break my heart Because you know, she'll be From Australia She is so, beautiful Everybody knows it's true You never listen to me I know I'm better off alone

I used to visit all the very gay places Those come-what-may places Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life To get the feel of life From jazz and cocktails The girls I knew had sad and sullen gray faces With distingue traces That used to be

Don't go city on me Please girl keep it country Life so different since you cross those tracks Come on keep it country With your fancy bling and your miss me jeans The girl I knew wouldn't need those things Bring that pretty little accent back Don't go

Glory days, glory days Glory days in the wink of a young girl's eye Glory days well they'll pass you by Well alright oo yeah Well alright come on now I had a friend was a big baseball player Back in high school He could throw that speed ball by you Make

All the pretty girls on a Saturday night Let it be, and come to me with the look in your eyes Well you break and take all the words from my mouth I wish all the pretty girls were shakin' me down But not you, When all the pretty girls can't measure to you

I got my brand on you There ain't nothin' you can do baby There ain't nothin' you can do honey Oh you may go away and leave me girl, I declare you can't stay You gonna come runnin' back to me some lonesome day There ain't nothin' you can do darlin' Oh

Death or glory becomes just another story Death or glory just another story We gonna fight your brother Now every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the world And ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl Love 'n' hate tattooed across the knuckles of

When it comes to cutting ties, girl, I'm like a pro, whoa, whoa I tell you what you wanna know, oh, whoa You're prolly better on your own, oh, no Runnin' through my weed, yeah One, two, been thinking long and hard this morning Three, four, it's hard to

Do you wanna wanna, do you wanna wanna go? Pedal on the floorboard, lay a little bit of rubber down this road Bass bumpin' on the car door Got a blue sky, got a fast ride, got all the time in the world so come on little girl Whoa, all we gotta do is

"G" stands for girl-like Gangsta (Ladies say) Don't make 'em like me anymore So we in danger So at ease, little guy, we out-rank ya And when the G's come around just put your hands up Listen when I speak, Don't talk 'til I say so, Real G's work hard for