Music's playing up and down the block Mostly Christian, blues, country, folk and southern rock It's a little piece of paradise way out here in the woods There's always something going on down in the trailerhood My neighbor Carl, he lives next door Pink

Yeah you learn to fly and if you can't then you just free-fall May we all know that nothing ain't cool 'til you wear the new one The sound of a quarter rollin' down a jukebox Play the Travis Tritt right above the 2Pac For you get lost down some road Slow

Cap'n how long Cut my wings Shot me down I cannot fly Must I stand you evil ways? One day I get outta here It's gonna be your very last day When I lay my head down On my bed I sure do cry Must I stand your evil ways?

If I had the chance to make one wish Every single moment would be like this Laying here baby, just me and you Yeah, and every day would be Sunday afternoon I swear it feels just like The clocks slow down for a while And the air tastes sweeter And

We were born, we were born to get wild I'm up in this bitch to get wild Turn up the sound And play it loud so that everyone who comes around 'Cause we getting crazy Burning down the town We burn it down so that everyone comes around

If that's what it takes, that's what I'd do Do I have to break down, baby just to break through If that's what it takes Tonight's the night, I'm gonna prove it to you I played the part of a broken heart upon a shelf I played that part so lonely and so

It's coming down for me this way And comfort you and feel this It's coming from a heated place This place that means it's all there Just hold my waist I play the part of my favorite play I feel the audio and all its waves Nobody loves a hidden face So

But I can't find the words Every time we say goodbye Baby, it hurts When the sun goes down And the band won't play I'll always remember us this way So when I'm all choked up That Arizona sky burning in your eyes You look at me and, babe, I wanna catch on

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a

Got a long list of ex-lovers They'll tell you I'm insane So it's gonna be forever Or it's gonna go down in flames You can tell me when it's over If the high was worth the pain 'Cause you know I love the players And you love the game 'Cause we're young