I get high as the morning sky, this song I sing will never die I get low as a gravel road, in a thousand tongues my story's told Come on boys, you got to do it right Come on boys, I gotta tell you true, I'm a stranger here just like you Well, I'm alive

There's somethin' 'bout a boy from the South. Yeah, the first time I felt it I was only 16, And he kissed me underneath the chinaberry tree. Said "Goodnight darlin'," with a sweet southern drawl. Man, I think I might just have to love them all The boys

You know I want you It's not a secret I try to hide Say you were made to be mine No one could say what we get to be You know you want me So don't keep saying our hands are tied You claim it's not in the cards And faith is pulling you miles away And out

Yeah everything goes away But bones in the ground We were tight knit boys Brothers in more then name You would kill for me And knew that I'd do the same And it cut me sharp Hearing you'd gone away But everything goes away

Bring a nickel; tap your feet. Willy and the Poorboys are playin' Down on the corner, out in the street Down on the corner, out in the street, Early in the evenin' just about supper time, Over by the courthouse they're starting to unwind. Four kids on

They're the children on parade And nobody knows All the girls and boys have gone away They never really had much to say They took off all their clothes and their shoes Politely asked to be excused They have a secret they can share All the broken toys lie

We were born and raised in black and white The wind blows hard across the Texas planes Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain That's where we came from Two boys playing in the burning sun One with books, one with guns Mama calls

I don't think Waylon done it that way And if he was here he'd say "'hoss, neither did Hank" I ain't dogging what you're doing but boys, come on let's get real Get-ups, gimmicks One-hit wonders that don't stick Pretty boys, acting tough Boy bands give it

I hate boys, but boys love me. I think they suck and my friends agree. Eh yeah, eh yeah, eh yeah, I. hate. boys. Bo-bo-bo-boys bo-boys If you hate 'em boys, shake it. If you hate them boys, shake it. No-no-no-no, I'm not bitter, I'm not mad. Well, maybe

Yeah everything goes away But bones in the ground We were tight knit boys Brothers in more then name You would kill for me And knew that I'd do the same And it cut me sharp Hearing you'd gone away But everything goes away