Oh, oh, oh, Jamie's cryin' She wants to send him a letter, yeah yeah Just to try to make herself feel better It said, "Give me" ("Give me a call sometime") But she knows what that'll get her She saw the look in his eyes And she knew better He wanted her

Hold it in, now let's go dancing I do believe we're only passing through Wired again, now look who's laughing You again, oh you, oh you, oh you Me again, all fired up on you What to say and what she really means Wrapped up in dissonance I'm sorry that I

But right now I'm on this lake shore And I'm sittin' in the sun I'm sure it'll hit me When I walk through that door tonight Oh, lookie there, I've got a bite Yeah, I'm gonna miss her And I love to fish

But right now I'm on this lake shore And I'm sittin' in the sun I'm sure it'll hit me When I walk through that door tonight Oh, lookie there, I've got a bite Yeah, I'm gonna miss her And I love to fish

Girl, what's your favorite song I'll be your DJ tonight You don't have to say a word I see the look in your eyes And we'll keep rockin' 'til the last call Feelin' alright, yeah, yeah Now you're callin' me baby While I keep on fallin', yeah Oh, oh, oh, oh

If, you don't know, who I be You better ask somebody about me Oh, you wanna be tough nigga, a look is enough I put that snub nose to ya and bust nigga And they'll tell ya I'm a soldier boy And I done told ya, over and over boy I, know, you, know I'm, on,

It's just a tall, tall tale In a tall, tall tale (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah) Oh, lights out Look at what we have here Please, please let me now Give grace to the host Be old, black and bald She need to fall

Oh Lord, stuck in Lodi again Just about a year ago I set out on the road Seekin' my fame and fortune Lookin' for a pot of gold Thing got bad and things got worse I guess you know the tune Rode in on the Greyhound I'll be walkin' out if I go

I wanna move. Playin' in a Travelin' Band. Seven Thirty Seven comin' out of the sky. Oh! Won't you take me down to Memphis on a midnight ride, Playin' in a Travelin' Band. Yeah! Well, I'm flyin' 'cross the land, try'in' to get a hand,

Oh, the mystery Of what we wished we knew There's so much more that I could have That I could give We disappear from our thoughts and sounds Our features, abrasive So many things we overlook Is there something that we don't know? That over time