Tell me where did it all go wrong Oh where did it all go wrong Like a question without an answer Like music without its dancers Like a bird without a song Like a frame without a picture Like God without a scripture Like me when I know you're gone

You set me on fire Spark and it's like gasoline I start purring like a machine My heart only runs on supreme So hot, give me your gasoline When the music goes up And the sun goes down Lightning strikes

Hallelujah, Hallelujah It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah Well I heard there was a secret chord That David played and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you? Well it goes like this: the fourth, the fifth The minor fall and

Hallelujah, hallelujah It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah I've heard there was a secret chord That David played and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you? It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth The minor fall, the major

It's like an angel came by, and took me to heaven (It's like you took me to heaven girl) Cause when I stare in your eyes It couldn't be better That I'll never let you go Ooh no, ooh no, ooh Let the music blast We gon' do our dance Bring the doubters on

It's her, her body, her body, her body language Ooo, that body's like music to my ear When she grinds to the beat Breaking it down articulately It's her, her body, her body, her body Parlez vous francais?

Maria, Maria, Maria, Maria The most beautiful sound I ever heard Say it loud and there's music playing Say it soft and it's almost like praying I'll never stop saying Maria All the beautiful sounds of the world in a single word Maria, Maria I've just met

Right then, that's when I'll take you back It's like music To hear you bawling When a freight train jumps off a track And rolls down my road And it's summertime in Texas And they're playing in the snow

Turn the music up You must be out your mind What are you out your mind? Turn the music Red Bull in my hands, feels like I got wings Lotta people in my face, but I can't hear a thing It's like my heads up in the clouds, heads up in the clouds And I ain't

(Raised on country music) I was raised on Merle, raised on Willie Got my Honky Tonk attitude from Joe Diffie Daddy did too, it's family tradition If someone cranks it up, you can't help but listen My upbringing sounds like George Strait singing And I