'Neath the neon cross and a string of Christmas lights It's good to be back again, oh, me and my old friends Jesus and Elvis, painted on velvet Hanging at the bar here every night Lola built this joint in sixty-seven And her boy went out to fight on

And I'll be crushin' it Every week has a weekend By this time Friday night I'll be done with my third can Of cold Bud Light I'll be crushin' it Yeah, I'll be crushin' it Oh, I'll be crushin' it I sure could use an attaboy

And I'll be crushin' it Every week has a weekend By this time Friday night I'll be done with my third can Of cold Bud Light I'll be crushin' it Yeah, I'll be crushin' it Oh, I'll be crushin' it I sure could use an attaboy

Nothing really matters I know what it feels like I breathe her Every time I see her, oh When she's awake I'm up all night She completes me How she reads me Right or wrong

We're going out tonight To kick out every light We're going till the world stops turning While we burn it to the ground tonight Ooooohhhhhhh To get anything that we want Drink everything in sight To drink everything in sight Well it's midnight, damn

Trade in my life Oh for you, oh yes, oh yes Trade in my life for you Sittin' here wonderin' how did things go wrong Every night asking myself what happened to our happy home Will I ever see you again, I need to know my friend Now the past has gone away

Oh, ooh, heart of light Oh, welcome to heartlight Can you feel the love that's in my heart Burnin' like a beacon in the night Can't you see the flame we've got to start I like the love And I like the peaceful I wish everyone I know could Stand in the

We might have to rewind Fuckin' up my vibe every night Look at this back and forth shit I can't take you blowin' up my line We might have to rewind (yeah) We might have to rewind (ohh) We might have to rewind (uh) Good vibes only Can't be held back for

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh I just wanna keep calling your name until you come back home Until you come back home Up all night, all night and every day What is happening to me? I don't wanna live forever (co-co-co-come back home) I don't wanna fit

It can't be Nashville every night With its la la oh oh ohs, Whoa-ohs and He said, 'Fuck this' and 'Fuck that' And this guy's the diplomat Stares into the blur of the tuner lights He said, 'We are what we lack' And this guy's the autodidact