Lay your hands on me, lay your hands on me, lay your hands on me If you want me to lay my hands on you All you gotta do is Lay your hands on me They say that to really free your body You've got to free your mind (Hey, hey, hey)

I need a neon church Full of honky tonk angels With their wings on fire Straight pourin' out that Johnnie Walker healin' I got a feelin' Is a neon church with a jukebox choir I need Jesus or I need whiskey Whatever works best to get me through

Pretty fucking This is joy, this is summer Keep alive, stay alive Got your medal on, we're alone Making sweet love, takin' time "Look guys, Jacksons!" That's a pretty fucking fast year flew by That's a pretty long third gear in this car Glidin' on the

Gonna take a sentimental journey Gonna set my heart at ease Gonna make a sentimental journey To renew old memories I got my bag, I got my reservation Spent each dime I could afford Like a child in wild anticipation I long to hear that: "All aboard!"

We're gettin' off today We'll pick you up and take you away Get down tonight Smokin', Smokin' We're cookin' tonight, just keep on tokin' I feel alright, mamma I'm not jokin', yeah We're gonna play you a song, a little bit of rock-n-roll You gotta let

Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late, Too late to make the change. Oh, you got to leave this town before it's... Too late, too late to make the change Too late to make the change See the stop-light turn-in' red, Don't you listen to what it's

Quit my job, ain't got no money Seems I have to leave this town Board the train that's eastward bound Packed my bags, run to the station Tell mama and all the folks back home Sometimes a man just feels He's got to make it alone Tell mama why I'm leaving

I got a chopper in the car (huh) I got a chopper in the car Load up the choppers like it's December thirty first Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts If I die today, remember me like John Lennon Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown

We got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson, ever since the fire went out I'm goin' to Jackson, I'm gonna mess around Yeah, I'm goin' to Jackson Look out Jackson town Well, go on down to Jackson; go ahead and

You got a fast car Had a feeling that I could be someone Is it fast enough so we can fly away? Leave tonight or live and die this way So remember when we were driving, driving in your car Speed so fast I felt like I was drunk City lights lay out before