Granddaddy's gun It sits above the mantle on a couple rusty nails And it's worth a bunch of money but it damn sure ain't for sale It's just a double barrel 12 The stock is cracked and it kicks like hell It wouldn't mean what it means to me to no one I

And I'll be me Why don't you be you Just let it be So come on, let it go Everything that's broke Leave it to the breeze From walking home and talking loads Seeing shirts in evening clothes with you From nervous touch and getting drunk

He ain't feelin' anythin' My love, my hurt or the sting of this rain All he can say is, "Man ain't it such a nice day?" Like dead flowers I feel like the flowers in this vase He just brought 'em home one day, "Ain't they beautiful?" he said They been

I've been from Spain to Tokyo From Africa to Ohio I never tried to make the news I'm just a man who plays the blues I take my lovin' everywhere I never make my move too soon Three days of snow in Birmingham Thought you would wonder where I am Rang our

Nobody move, nobody get hurt He said he want me to join the army No way, I ain't gonna do it Natty don't nyam dirt The youth them just a dress up in a white collar shirt And some of them wear it till it resemble dirt Turn out your left pocket A searching

We got champagne problems Only one way to solve 'em Raising our glass 'cause it's our last With these champagne problems Just keep on, keep on drinking Keep on, keep on drinking Keep on, keep on How many times have we been here before? How many pieces

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

We'll never know We're just moments We're just human Amusing and confusing Never knowing shocking but we're nothing We're clever but clueless I heard this old story before With the people keeping calling for the metaphors

The wind calls your name, get out of your bed Go on out to the hills, the wind will lead Just when we prevail, the hangman is here Hear his boots and see the figure passing by Echoes of him have been heard Spiritually he is all intact Say your prayer

Just another Sunday in the South Wanna put on some Shenandoah And crank it loud You and me go fishin' in the dark Killin' time with Restless Heart All you gotta do is give me that wink Man, this ain't no thinkin' thing Just another Sunday Only thing