Underneath the wide open sky It's the dust in the air and the freedom everywhere Can't you hear it comin' alive? These are sounds goin' down in a nowhere town Makes you wanna drop it down a gear And kill a couple of beers Been waitin' all year, now it's

Every time you drop a bomb You kill the god your child has born Boom, Boom, Boom, I'm walking through your streets Where all your money's earning Where all your buildings crying And clueless neckties working Revolving fake lawn houses Housing all your

Thunder only happens when it's raining Players only love you when they're playing When the rain washes you clean, you'll know Now here you go again, you say You want your freedom Well who am I to keep you down It's only right that you should Play the way

Going back to (find myself) (Find myself) Going back to, going back Zippin' up my boots Goin' back to my roots To the place of my birth Back down to earth Not talkin' about the roots in land I'm talking 'bout the roots in men

If we gave it just one more try Maybe we could stop this goodbye I know through all this pain Baby just breathe in, breathe out Before you turn around, just slow down Think of all the love we've made Somehow somewhere love remains So baby just breathe

Yeah I know that I let you down Is it too late to say I'm sorry now? I'm sorry, yeah Is it too late now to say sorry? Sorry, yeah You gotta go and get angry at all of my honesty You know I try but I don't do too well with apologies I hope I don't run out

Well, maybe I'm reckless, maybe bad luck, Hell maybe I'm way too much about having fun I'll send you a postcard, send me your love, Just don't give up on me yet, I'm still growing up I spent a summer down south, working for the county, trying to save for

Find a girl, settle down, if you want you can marry Look at me, I am old but I'm happy Now there's a way and I know that I have to go away, I know I have to go It's not time to make a change, just relax, take it easy You're still young, that's your

That's the kinda girl I am Being that I am the kinda girl that I am Hat 2 da back I gotta dick my pants down real low Hat 2 da back I gotta kick my pants down real low That's the kinda girl that I am Here we go, here we go, here we go again Here we go

With a red and black one at the Texaco She hopped in your truck Sang alone with one on the radio Big red one going down Feel like one in a small town Parked way out in the dark And they danced on the hood She was sitting on the shining light Then gave