It's got to get better in a little while. Don't you know what's wrong with me? I'm seeing things I don't want to see. Sniffing things that ain't no good for me. I'm going down fast, won't you say a prayer for me? The sun's got to shine on my guitar

If ya want to get to get to know me it ain't that hard It's sitting on some Goodyears there in the yard Baptized in dirty water, handed down to me from my father Got some dents, got some dings, been my best friend since I was 16 If ya wanna know, wanna

Come together, yeah Come together, right now Here come old flat-top, he come grooving up slowly He got ju-ju eyeballs, he's one holy roller He got hair down to his knees Got to be a joker, he just do what he please He wear no shoeshine, he's got toe-jam

Now throw your hands up in the sky Now I, I go for mine, I got to shine I'ma get on this TV mama, I'ma I'ma put shit down Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, I'm good Welcome to the good life 50 told me go 'head switch the style up And if they hate then

Every time I see you I can't look away and I can't pass through You're like an early morning Monday Bringing me down messing with my mood I'd love to say I could hold myself together But I can't help but come unglued You're like a wreck out on the

I just wanna get right down at the fire light Let my baby sing "Hold me tight "You honky tonk nighttime man" Drink away this crazy world Hold tight to a longneck-holdin' girl Won't you give it all boys, the fed-up give a damn Pour some whiskey on this

I would do anything for you But I get nothing at all I’d do anything for you (for you, for you) Nail my heart to the ceiling (ceiling, ceiling) I'd put my fist through a wall I stick around when I break down (break down, break down) For you (for you) How

Tombstone shadow, stretchin' across my path. There's a shadow on my back. Every time I get some good news, ooh, Ev'ry time I get some good news, ooh, Saw the gypsy man, 'way down in san berdoo. Said, I saw the gypsy man, 'way down in san berdoo. Five

'Nother round, fill 'er up, This is what it's all about, no one can slow us down. Hell can't handle all of us, so get your bottles up. Drinkin' every drop until it all runs out. We ain't gonna stop until the clock runs out. (Bottoms up) Hammer down, grab

'Round midnight, midnight It begins to tell I do pretty well, till after sundown Suppertime I'm feelin' sad But it really gets bad 'Round midnight Memories always start 'round midnight Haven't got the heart to stand those memories When my heart is still