She's my little whiskey Girl No Cuervo Gold Margaritas Just ain't enough good burn in Tequila she needs Somethin' with a little more edge and a little more plain My Ragged-on-the-edges girl Ah, but I like 'em rough She ain't into wine and roses Don't my

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

The way that that summer's just burning my mind It flashes on back so fast, oh The sun don't go, sun don't go down on that On top of the world The edge of a cliff Hands hanging on heaven, I remember the second I tasted your lips Sun don't go down on

I'm cryin' for me I'm gonna miss that smile I'm gonna miss you my friend Even though it hurts the way it ended up I'd do it all again So play it sweet in heaven 'Cause That's right where you want to be I'm not cryin' cause I feel so sorry for you I'm

Tired as fuck The Greedy Palace has been keeping me up See now then Or get so high that you can't let go I only had to tilt the paddle toward my chin Can't and won't you will and can It's so hard to wonder why when you don't feel worthy of Being aloft,

I'm a winner at a losin' game Have ever had to love someone That just don't feel the same Tryin' to make somebody care for you Is like tryin' to catch the rain And if love is really forever Baby, look here at me Have you ever seen me this way

The way you almost held my hand, dear The time you kissed my cheek The words that never left your lips, love But I heard week after week The waltzes that we left untaken The glances drove us mad The life we didn't live together And the love that we

Please, please take my hand Please take my soul to rest So we can always be around Hold my head on stable ground Watch as the earth falls all around The last baron, the last baron I was standing staring at the world and I still can't see it I guess

How dare you, I miss you They say I'll be OK But I'm not going to ever get over you But you went away Weather man said it's gonna snow By now I should be used to the cold Mid-February shouldn't be so scary It was only December I still remember the

Gimme three steps, gimme three steps, mister "Oh, won't you Gimme three steps towards the door? And you'll never see me no more" I was cutting a rug Down at place called The Jug With a girl named Linda Lou When in walked a man With a gun in his hand