Baby, please don't go For be a dog Down to New Orleans You know I love you so Well, your mind done gone To git you way down here I make you walk the log Baby, your mind done gone Left the county farm

Don't you worry girl You know that I'm coming back for you I'll be back for you So you better wait up Keeping the bed warm for me All night putting your whisper on me Coming back for you, yeah When you close your eyes

The little moments make it worth, Everything you go through at your worst It's beautiful how we all heal when it hurts Don't ever stop, fighting for what sets your heart free Watch her go and dance across the room Only she knows what she's going through

Whoa, you stress me out, you kill me You drag me down, you fuck me up We're on the ground, we're screaming I don't know how to make it stop I love it, I hate it, and I can't take it I tell myself I'm done with wicked games But then I get so numb with all

I don't want to be a restless soul Running on empty, burning up the road Never knowing what I'm trying to find While the wheels keep turning in the back of my mind I don't want to take the long way home Sleeping on the roadside, move along Heading about,

I know a better way I swear I know a better way You don't get to say what I'm made of You don't give me a halo Don't give me a halo So you think you know the way that I should live my life I'll smash your crown before I give you power to decide There is

What did I ever do to make you fall for me? There is only one great mystery I keep searching for the answer desperately Tell me, tell me baby, tell me please I don't know how many stars fill the sky I know we're here, but I don't know why Maybe there's

ooh, ooh, ooh I know it's cool but it's only light Baby with you I can never lie So don't go chasing all the headlights Oh, I know why you chasing all the headlights Oh, 'cause you always tryna get ahead of light Baby when you go You know I'll be waiting

That's all right. What you call me? You didn't! You don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats. Well I tell you one dog-gone thing. It makes me feel good to know one thing. I know I'm a lover. Matter of opinion. That's all right, Mama was. Papa too.

Are we done? I don't know, are we?