Waiting, waiting, waiting Whiskey in my hand Staring out the window For one more second chance Hoping headlights Come pouring round the bend Saying baby wait Up I'm coming home I'm still all alone

Freeway, cars and trucks Riding with Lady Luck And now the sun's coming up I'm riding with Lady Luck Well my time went so quickly I went lickety-splickly out to my old '55 As I drove away slowly, feeling so holy God knows, I was feeling alive I'm riding

Ooh woo, I'm a rebel just for kicks, now Might be over now, but I feel it still Is it coming? Let me kick it like it's 1986, now Am I coming out of left field? I been feeling it since 1966, now Might've had your fill, but you feel it still (Ooh woo, I'm

Waiting, waiting, waiting Whiskey in my hand Staring out the window For one more second chance Hoping headlights Come pouring round the bend Saying baby wait Up I'm coming home I'm still all alone

Unless you give me a reason You know I change with the seasons (yeah I change, change) The same way I'm coming bitch I'm leaving (yeah I'm out) And when I'm gone you won't see me (gone) You know I move with the seasons And when I'm gone you won't see me

Been a long time gone, Long time gone, and it ain't coming back again. Daddy sits on the front porch swinging, Looking out on a vacant field. Used to be filled with burley t'bacca. Now he knows it never will. My brother found work in Indiana, Sister's a

I know just what I need To find my way back to Tennessee To Southern, is so sweet And find my way back to Tennessee I'm on the road now I'm coming home now Fancy cars and diamond rings I seen all kinds of shiny things I should be feelin' like a king

Like an animal, I still got love for you And I'm coming home, I'm coming home for you Hear me calling love, I'm calling out for you How long have I been on a hunt for you? No sound, of anything that I can do But I don't mind, I don't mind 'Cause there's

Sorry, I ain't sorry I ain't thinking 'bout you I ain't sorry, nigga, nah I ain't sorry Middle fingers up, put them hands high Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye No no, hell nah He trying to roll me up, I ain't picking up Headed to the club, I ain't

I'm out the hood, but I'm hood melodic I smoke good narcotics, keep my diamonds polished Throw a dime in Onyx, keep them dollars coming Look at all this money, this is our summer I'm out the hood, but I'm still a hood baby Yeah, I'm still going crazy,