Cheating on the blues tonight Let's go out and do it right Throw it into overdrive And get on down the road Shake it till the break of dawn Party till the heartache's gone We'll have us a real good time He left you - she left me Drowning in this misery

Where we can be together, I promise you I will wait till then in Heaven, I promise you I promise, I promise And when we walk down the street The wind sings our name in rebel songs But it's much to late when the fear is gone I will meet you in the next

We'll be road trippin' rollin' with the top down, southbound Getting wild, raising hell, and leaving this town In a tank top gonna let the guns out, all about rockin' that farmers tan Got the Chev going seventy , all the girls looking heavenly Like there

I want to get married But no woman will hear my plea Aw, my time is gone Babe and I really must say goodbye Yes, it seems somehow I can't get one to walk downthe aisle with me Well, I've only been in love But three times in my life Yes, the first, I

Let it roll if we got the gas We let it rip when we got the money It gets wild yeah but that's the way we get down Little Jimmy Jackson is jackin' up his Bronco He's gonna lay a little rubber later on at the truck pull All the girls are getting' pretty

'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

DJ don't you play nothing slow Keep those girls out on the floor Gotta make them want to come back for more. Been here since the sun went down, Be here when it comes back around Worked all week it's time to play Gonna get a little bit sideways And it's

Out of this goodbye town Nothing but a goodbye town Gotta find a way to finally get out This ain't nothing These streets are only bringing me down You're gonna think of me Right there's the high school where we met We'd sneak out back for a couple kisses

Two thousand and seventy three , two thousand and eighty four , two thousand and ninety three , light years ahead you and me gone be getting down on a space bed.....we gone get married in june....we gonna be getting down on the moon, light years

You don't have ta go I'm gonna pack up darlin' Down the road I go Whoa baby, honey what's wrong which' you? Well now, I give you all my money Then ya go downtown, an' you get back in the evenin' Told me, walked down town