You make me want to But you make me want to You can blame it on my southern boy ways Why I'm always running away I don't know if I can ever change Yeah, you make me want to You make me want to hold you like a hammock on a summer day Tell you how I'm

Keep it moving, don't stop Just to remind us 'fore we lonesome You can have it anytime you want to hold some You play your cards right, baby I'll be ready to go (I'm ready to) You play your cards right, baby I'll be ready to go (yeah) Now all I need is

yeah You'll burn in hell You'll burn in hell You will burn You will burn in hell You corrupt Bring corruption to all that you touch You'll behold

Nothing can come between us if you just hold, Hold my, hold, hold my, hold my hand, hold my hand 'Cause I been there before and you've been there before 'Cause I can make it alright till the morning (Hold my hand) Akon and MJ oh yeah yeah This life don't

Get up, get up, get up on my shoulders. Here, take my cuzzi so your can stays colder. Be my country song sing-along beer holder. Hurry up baby, 'fore this song's over. Get up, get up, get up on my shoulders Baby, all week, yeah, you and me Have been

Even the ones that said forget him Either wanna hit me or hold me Those that hate me don't know me And the ones that don't trust anybody trust me Yeah, the ones that like me love me The ones that need me got me The ones that doubt me can't stop me You

Even the ones that said forget him Either wanna hit me or hold me Those that hate me don't know me And the ones that don't trust anybody trust me Yeah, the ones that like me love me The ones that need me got me The ones that doubt me can't stop me You

They hold on tight Yeah, they hold on tight Ooh, they hold on tight Them lips won't let me go (Lips won't let me go, lips won't let me go, oh) Every birthday, every birthday Don't let this go to your head But you're the best, I've ever had Not to mention

Whiskey's in the air, dog's on the burner Beer's ice cold, got a pretty little lady to hold Southern summer And that sun shining down like Daddy's silver dollar Gotta hop on the old dirt road to the days of gold Yeah, these are the days of gold Well it's

Don't cry for me In case you think I've changed and I'm different I'm not keeping you at a distance So have a thought for me, yeah Hold down this thought for me, yeah Remember the time before things changed? Back in the day Everything can stay the same