Right behind my left pocket That is where you'll feel my soul It's been with me many winters It will keep you warm Do you see me? Keepin' each other warm May we live for many winters When a father's love is doin' you wrong When a mother's love is

All right, okay As long as it's funky We'll make it funky for you now I'm a child of the ah, the 87 ah From the streets; get on a beat and go ah I could break it down like whatever ya ah On some K-R-S be-here-forever-type, uh

It was a broken dream right from the start Bless their tortured, tangled hearts Oh love, oh love you fickle thing Such pretty words and golden rings Well there was a little falter at the altar of confession Down on its knees true love did fall After 31

And that's the difference between the whiskey and you There's a bottle on the dresser by your ring And it's empty, so right now I don't feel a thing I'll be hurtin' when I wake up on the floor And I'll be over it by noon Come tomorrow, I can walk in any

I'll be alright without you (It's all because of you) (Try not to think of you) There'll be someone else, I keep tellin' myself I've been thinking 'bout the times You walked out on me There were moments I'd believe, you were there Do I miss you, or am I

Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba Come on and sing Everybody sing Now the dark days are gone And the bright days are here (Can’t stop me now) If you believe in destiny then you will see (Ain’t no stoppin’ now)

Priscilla, Priscilla It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King How'd you get him to yourself? Between the whistle calls and Southern dolls He's always in high demand We turn around and the world's right there Woman to woman, I'm starting to see

It's where you ought to be That's where it's ought to be Right here next to me Feel the chills in the summer time, hopped and go Something happens to the weather, when you go I'm tired of shake take em to heaven Love me, hate me, any better Doing what it

I, I love you like a love song, baby And I keep it in re-pe-pe-peat It's been said and done Every beautiful thought's been already sung And I guess right now here's another one So your melody will play on and on, with the best of 'em You are beautiful,

Me and my band of brothers got you covered On the honky tonk front lines Well, we ain't no rookies; it's our third tour of duty Yeah, that's all right I came up through the trenches where We only played for tips and alcohol You find out what you're made