And I'll be crushin' it Every week has a weekend By this time Friday night I'll be done with my third can Of cold Bud Light I'll be crushin' it Yeah, I'll be crushin' it Oh, I'll be crushin' it I sure could use an attaboy

It's not the same without your love Every night and every day, girl It's late at night, nothin's feelin' right Since you've gone away I think I know why you left this time, But it's still hard to say I nearly lost it, when he came around you Now I'm

Everybody run Angels coming You wanna live forever tonight Gonna live forever Enemy of mine Lost in the daydream What do you see Get on your knees

Hope you'll be safe in the arms of another 'Cause I can't take the weight of your love Everyday I'm a slave to the heartache And you're wasting away every night But I've run out of love this time You know that I adore you Though I couldn't give enough

Bobby Sox, baby, I've got to let you go You've got a head full of nothin' But stage, screen and radio You chase autographs every night You write fan mail through the day You keep your great big head in the scrapbook Yes, and you throw the cookbook away

When you have these blues And there's someone you're about to lose There'll be a time, yeah, you can't sleep at night She won't believe in you, oh, if you don't treat her right I say, everyday, when the sun is almost down You remember when your baby left

Baby you look good Like oh, the way you move to the bass Whole room gets to spinnin' from the second that you walk in And baby you look good all day, all night You look good, so fresh, so fine You look good, got everybody watching you like cameras in

Of this life And everybody hurts sometimes Hold on, hold on Everybody hurts Don't throw your hand When your day is long And the night The night is yours alone When you're sure you've had enough

You knock me down I hit the ground I can't get back up, ka- Kills me like a homicide, homicide I feel your heartbeat Every day and every night, every night And your love kills me I can't live, can't breath

Every mile, a memory Every day, a page turned down; every night, a lonesome sound Like a freight train rollin' through my dreams From some old movie going back in time, you and me Every mile, a memory; every song, another scene Country roads, old theater