I've been drunk up in the Smokies On a Rocky Mountain high I got friends from Tennessee So I got something in a bottle And I got something from a seed Since you said you didn't love me Since hung me out to dry Well I got friends from Colorado Made the

(Saturday night) High an' dry Don't need a reason, reason to be cool I got my whiskey, I got my wine Saturday, I feel right I've been drinkin' all day Yes I got a date, a midnight ride

Dear Sobriety Please come back to me I left you high and dry I'm doomed for good this time I swore I wouldn't be I need you desperately Oh but I'm making a fool of me My hands are shaking But I can still pour the mistake that I'm making

We'll get higher and higher Oh that's what dreams are made of Straight up we'll climb Leave it all behind So baby dry your eyes, save all The tears you've cried World turns black and white Pictures in an empty room Your love starts fallin down

That was a cold one I never will get back Yeah she had to leave, did she have to leave me one beer Short of a twelve pack? She left me hanging high and dry in that hell high summer sun Damn babe, that was a cold one It was a perfect day for the end of

You look like rain You're the hallelujah kind I'm the dust that spins and the gust of wind that's blowing by I'm a desert dry And in my thirsty eyes 'Cause I'm hell up here on the high wire You and your Sunday mornings Me and my Saturday nights You and

But I do, I do. I can't live without you, I can't live without you, baby The highway don't care The highway won't hold you tonight The highway don't know you're alive The highway don't care if you're all alone The highway won't dry your tears The highway

Don't leave me high Don't leave me dry Two jumps in a week I bet you think that's pretty clever, don't you boy? Flying on your motorcycle Watching all the ground beneath you drop Kill yourself for recognition Kill yourself to never ever stop You broke

Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry Two jumps in a week, I bet you think that's pretty clever don't you, boy? Flying on your motorcycle, watching all the ground beneath you drop You'd kill yourself for recognition; kill yourself to never ever stop

She gone with the man in the long black coat Crickets are chirpin' the water is high There's a soft cotton dress on the line hangin' dry Window wide open African trees Bent over backwards from a hurricane breeze Not a word of goodbye not even a note