And I don’t even know how I survive No I don’t even know if I’m alive Oh, oh, oh without you now This is what it feels like I won’t make it to the show without your light Nobody here knocking at my door The sound of silence I can’t take anymore Nobody

Yes I love good cold beer And mustard on my fries I love a good loud honky tonk And hell yes I love my truck But I want you to know Honey I love your love the most I love your love the most I love sleeping in on Saturdays And I love college football games

I wanna make this play Oh, I know your faded Mm, but stay, don't close your hands Ooh, stay open Mm, but stay, don't close your eyes I'm a fool for that shake in your thighs I'm a fool for that sound in your sighs I'm a fool for your belly

Only the good die young You know that only the good die young You Catholic girls start much too late Oh I might as well be the one Come out Virginia, don't let 'em wait Aw but sooner or later it comes down to faith Well, they showed you a statue, told

Well I might have known it Nobody told me about this part They told me all about the pretty girls And the wine and the money and the good times On an old honky tonker's heart But nobody told me about this part There's no mention of all the wear and tear

You know I'm drunk on love Nothing can sober me up It's all that I need Take me away I wear my heart on my sleeve Always let love take the lead I may be a little naive, yeah Drunk on love Drunk, drunk on love

(Godzilla is still alive!) Damn a lot of niggas done changed on me (Damn they done changed on me) Fuck if I care, I got Jackson, Grant and Ben Frank on me I don't know why niggas hate on me I gotta move differently, I got a case on me I got 'em hirin'

Money over love You know how much you love the finer things Fast cars, diamond rings The best things in life ain't free Never, never again Never again Never go again Never, never again, again I ain't slept good in a very long time

And right out the other, It goes In One Ear, People talkin' shit but you know we'll never bother, They say that we ain't got the style, We ain't got the class, We ain't got the tunes that's goin to put us on the map And I'm a phony in disguise, Trying to

Or is this a vision in my mind? I'm not one who make believes I know that leaves are green I know just what I say Today's not yesterday And all things have an ending But what I'd like to know Is could a place like this exist so beautiful People hand in