It's almost like praying (Puerto Rico) It's almost like praying Say it soft and it's almost like praying It's almost like Say it loud and there's music playing Cabo Rojo, Corozal Naguabo, Guaynabo San Lorenzo y San Germán San Sebastián, mi viejo San Juan

Oh boys do y'all see that blonde in the back standing near the bachelorette? Yeah well I've been coming here for the last couple years; shes about as hot as it gets Well shes acting kinda shy but just give her a while, everything's about to change No I

I don't need nothing else but you Focus on communicating 'Cause I just need the time and place to come through Send me your location Let's ride the vibrations Send me your location, let's I don't need nothing else but you (I don't need nothing else but

When, my, time comes around Lay me gently in the cold dark earth No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her Boys workin' on empty Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat? I just think about my baby I'm so full of love I could barely eat

We will fight to save this We will fight to keep it alive This is a 'cause worth fighting for We will rescue and restore This is a barren wasteland A lonely place Where inspiration goes to die Rescue the beauty that's left Restore the character that's

Take this life I'm right here Stay a while and breathe me in Make me understand the thought whatever Make me see Make me understand you're there for me

Tempted by the fruit of another Tempted but the truth is discovered What's been going on Now that you have gone There's no other I bought a toothbrush, some toothpaste A flannel for my face Pajamas, a hairbrush New shoes and a case

Cordell, Cordell And I hope you've gone to a better place They say that you past away Cordell, time will tell Time will tell, time will tell Nana, nana, nana, nana Though once you ruled my mind I thought you'd always be there And I'll always hold on to

What's my name, name, name What the hell is wrong with me? I'm not who I want to be I tired spot cream an' I tried it all I'm crawling up the wall I tried to join a ping-pong club Sign on the door said "all full up" I got nicked, fighting in the road The

Where the elite always meet Down in New Orleans, the land of dreams Or just how much it really means The land of dreams where I can lose My Basin Street blues Now won't you come along with me To the Mississippi? We'll take a trip to the land of dreams