Maybe it's time to let the old ways die Nobody knows what awaits for the dead Nobody speaks to God these days It takes a lot to change a man Hell, it takes a lot to try Some folks just believe in the things they've heard And the things they read I'm glad

Land of the free, land of the free In the land of the free I'm standing crying (oh oh oh oh) Can't wipe the wind-blown smile from across my face It's just the old man in me Washing his truck at the Sinclair station In the land of the free (ooh) His

Something's got a hold on me Love or somethin like it's got a hold on me It's cheap but it ain' free Show me a bar with a good lookin woman Then just get out of my way Show me the jukebox, I'll tell you a song you should play Sooner a later a few shots

Old lion's dying, got left behind Cut your teeth, lose your meat And man it's just a matter of time Key's to the cuffs, you might be king That's it, that's all, that's everything Skeletons come here to dance Where barrooms beat their brothers Into a

Would you just accept if we murdered your children? 50 young niggas sellin' crack for a livin' Single income and he tired of the feelin' "Momma, I'm a man," gotta show her that he meant it It's a cold ass world, gotta show 'em that he get it Watch a good

A man can't face the cold, hard truth And closing time is when I'll leave. Till then it's just between this bottle and me. Yeah, this is just between the bottle and me. With nothing less than 90 proof. Didn't come in here for your sympathy, And a honky

Seize the day or die regretting the time you lost It's empty and cold without you here, too many people to ache over But I'm too young to worry I see my vision burn I feel my memories fade with time A melody, a memory, or just one picture Trials in life,

Oh baby it's oh so cold in this place Oh maybe it's all so close to the bitter end Oh maybe it all just burns like a living hell I'm all alone, and here comes the dawn Until the break of dawn Hearing boots walking into the bar Four men dragging their

After the thrill is gone Same dances in the same old shoes Some habits that you just can't lose There's no telling what a man might lose The flame rises but it soon descends Empty pages and a frozen pen You're not quite lovers and you're not quite

Something's got a hold on me Love or somethin like it's got a hold on me It's cheap but it ain' free Show me a bar with a good lookin woman Then just get out of my way Show me the jukebox, I'll tell you a song you should play Sooner a later a few shots