The New York Times (Extra, extra, read all about it) They say you can win anywhere if you can win here And you ain't been no where if you ain't been here Hustle hard, yeah it really ain't a game mane Same places, different faces, on the train mane New

Groupie love I know what you're thinking of You want my You're in the bar, playing guitar I'm trying not to let the crowd next to me It's so hard sometimes with a star When you have to share him with everybody You're in the club, living it up I'm trying

You're gonna find me Whenever I'm losin' sleep Whenever I'm hard to reach I know times are hard enough But it's not in my blood (Yeah Yeah) You're gonna find me (find me) But it's not in my blood You've gonna find me

If you see him If you see her If you see him, tell him I wish him well How am I doing Well, sometimes it's hard to tell I still miss him more than ever But please don't say a word If you see her, tell her I'm doing fine And if you want to

Loving can hurt, loving can hurt sometimes But it's the only thing that I know When it gets hard, you know it can get hard sometimes It is the only thing that makes us feel alive We keep this love in a photograph We made these memories for ourselves

More mess on my thing I'm done with waiting, waiting, oh I'm done with waiting, waiting, waiting, oh The hard times have been the longest battle for me (oh oh, hey yo) But freedom's inside, it's time to take what I need (oh oh, hey yo) Na-na-na-na (woo!)

I never wanted you to be my man I just wanted to see what you could do, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I feel it my heart like you were there I never wanted you, many times when I tried to set you right, it's just too hard I never wanted you to be my man but I

I'll never really find those perfect words For something more than just, good-bye Its hard to remember good times When there is just so much heart ache They deserve more than that. It's is of more than just one single moment of sadness To just remember

Sky high, in better times With my blind valentine Sky high, in harder times That's the difference, baby, between you and me When love was hard to find When love, my friend, was blind Whatever I want, whatever I do, whatever I say Whatever I make,

No food on my table And no shoes to go on my feet Hard times, hard times Hard times seem like a jealous thing My children cry for mercy They got no place to call your own If someone don't help me And I just can't be around three months long No shoes on