I get down, I get down, I get down Her light is as loud as as many ambulances As it takes to save a savior (whoa whoa whoa) She floats through the room on a big balloon Some say, "She's such a fake" That her love is made up No, no, no, no Let's have

I been doin' fine without you Forgettin' all the love we once knew And girl, I ain't the one that slammed that door But now you say you've changed your thinkin' But I ain't got a heart for breakin' So go and pick your bags up off my floor 'Cause love

Yo nahmsayin? Yeah she'll take you out too kid Take this shit out A rainy day laid up thinkin' sittin' gettin' bent Watchin' old seventy flicks, mind's on the slouch Back on the couch, heard the phone ring It was a shorty from uptown I met back day, long

Sitting here at the Flora-Bama Fall in and out of love in the same night At the Flora-Bama Bout to open up a big old can of good times, unwind Can't say I got a whole lot of cares I'm in the red neck riviera It's getting crazy, getting hammered Sitting

The only thing that's worse than one is none The things I want to say to you get lost before they come Let me apologize to begin with Let me apologize for what I'm about to say And somehow I got caught up in between Between my lies and how the truth gets

Now I'm wavin' You know just takin' it slow, baby I think I'm bad as hell I got issues, out of line Sayin' tomorrow I'll get the dishes Easy bake, easy wake up on Just give as much as you take Forgive as much as you hate

Leavin' thoughts inside my head Well now since you put it that way I should get up and leave But you're givin' me that look, baby That says you're up to no good maybe And you're whispering into my neck If I need to I'll go darlin' But what if I stay What

I don't think Waylon done it that way And if he was here he'd say "'hoss, neither did Hank" I ain't dogging what you're doing but boys, come on let's get real Get-ups, gimmicks One-hit wonders that don't stick Pretty boys, acting tough Boy bands give it

You say you're livin' on the edge and I think you're hangin' from a ledge Too scared to hold the hand that wants to help you up Are you still a bullet in your daddy's gun Don't forget boy you're your mama's only son She's at home and she's been praying

Stop that train (I wanna get off) Finally comin' up for some air Finally comin' up Stop that train Never mind my mind Somebody say Now I've gotta go court the conductor And I gotta bleed gold on the track