Find out what she's puttin' down I won't even call I won't even write I'm checking on my baby So many nights and days Well, I've been out of town Well, I caught me a plane Flew back that same night Checking on my baby

All day long Bangin' my head against the wall All day long, 'til we're dead and gone And it's all and it's all and it's all day long 'Til we're dead and gone Grow up, be a winner Keep on hangin' on Stuck here 'til I'm gone Boys still throwin' stones

Hey baby, I'm a country man Hey, I'm a country man A city boy can't do the things I can You need hands, rough not soft To come and warm you up up in that cold hayloft Let me hold you little darling in my big strong arms Can't get these kind of muscles

The man's too big, the man's too strong And I can still hear his laughter and I can still hear his song I'm just an aging drummer boy and in the wars I used to play And I've called the tune to many a torching session Now they say I am a war criminal and

I am bound to you And boy, I believe in us I am terrified to love for the first time I found a man I can trust Can't you see that I'm bound in chains? I finally found my way Sweet love, sweet love Trapped in your love I've opened up, unsure I can trust

I am the, I am the, I am the sick boy And we can pick sides, but this is us, this is us, this is I live on the west side of America How many likes is my life worth? I'm from the east side of America They say that I am the sick boy Feed yourself with my

I'm a steady rollin' man, I roll both night and day I'm the man that rolls, when icicles hangin' on the tree I'm a steady rollin' man, hmm, I roll both night and day But I haven't got no sweet woman, hmm, boys, to be rollin' this-a way And now you hear

They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one There is a house in New Orleans My mother was a tailor Sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs

You are the same little woman, was so nice and kind to me in every way You have a strong constitution, and I'm not gonna let you down Hold up your head, and don't let your conscience get you down Hold up your head darlin', don't let your conscience get

Well, I'm going to fetch my woman, people When the kid hits Alabama, people Don't you try to dog him 'round Well, I was born in Mississippi And I don't take any stuff from you I've got my pistols in my pockets boys I'm Alabama bound I've got my pistols