You're gonna save me from myself It's not so easy loving me It gets so complicated All the things you've gotta be Everything's changin' But you're the truth I'm amazed by all your patience Everything I put you through When I'm about to fall

Sometimes life gets fucked up (fucked up) I can still feel your touch I still do those same drugs So I'm gettin' high all week without you Runnin' away from you takes time and pain And I don't even want to Popping pills, thinking about you I wish I

Here comes the night Yeah, I know, I know, I know, I can be alright I know, I know, I know, I know you got to leave There's no light, no light in the sky And it gets so cold when she leaves my side Maybe she's the light, the light in my eyes 'Cause

'Cause the music fills me good and it gets me every time Ba-ba-ba-da-ba Oh, it's just me, myself and I Solo ride until I die 'Cause I got me for life Oh I don't need a hand to hold Even when the night is cold I got that fire in my soul Ba-ba-ba-ba-da-ba

It just gets all the way to me It ain't like smoke gets in your clothes Naw, it cuts through my skin and digs in way down deep Soaks in like rain Burns like a flame Takes ahold of my soul underneath Something 'bout George Jones on the headphones Truth

Are impossible you see But when it gets to Friday What'cha get is absolutely me Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Clear the way boys The lady has arrived All you handsome fellas Please wait for me to the right Don't keep me waiting

That may be all I need In darkness, she is all I see Come and rest your bones with me Driving slow on Sunday morning But things just get so crazy, living life gets hard to do That someday it would lead me back to you And I never want to leave Sunday

I am a master hunter I cured my skin, now nothing gets in Nothing not as hard as it tries I have some news You're not sad, you look for the blues You want a woman cause you want to be saved Well I'll tell you that I got a little lot on my plate Well if

Whiskey and you, Ain't nothing I can do, But come crawling back to, Whiskey and you. Always there, When my world starts closing in, Something to hold, No matter how long it's been. Gets me high,

Sometimes it all gets a little too much But you gotta realize that soon the fog will clear up And you don't have to be afraid, because we're all the same So she didn't let it get in her way And we know that sometimes it all gets a little too much She