And you may see me tonight with an illegal smile It don't cost very much, but it lasts a long while Won't you please tell the man I didn't kill anyone No I'm just tryin' to have me some fun When I woke up this morning, things were lookin' bad Seem like

If I'd never left, I'd never have known We all dream of leaving, but wind up in the end Spending all our time trying to get back home again If I could go back home, if I could go back home I'm counting on a memory to get me out of here I'm waiting for

I wanna be... Can it be I stayed away too long? Did I leave your mind when I was gone? It's not my thing trying get back But this time let me tell you where I'm at I wanna, wanna be where you are, oh oh I wanna wanna be where you are, oh oh

For the first time Oh these times are hard Yeah they're making us crazy Don't give up on me baby Trying to make it work but man these times are hard Sit talking up all night Even after all these years We just now got the feeling that we're meeting But

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,

Ooh, uh the way you look at me I'm feelin' you, uh I just can't help it Tryin' to keep it cool, uh I can feel it in the beat, uh When you do those things to me, uh Don't let nothin' stop you Move, ring the alarm The club is jumpin' now, so get up! You

I keep drinkin' malted milk, tryin' to drive my blues away Malted milk, malted milk, keep rushin' to my head Baby, fix me one more drink, and hug your daddy one more time Baby, you just as welcome to my lovin' as the flowers is in May And I have a funny,

Though I'm tryin' not to right now I miss you, yeah I miss you, oh I do I miss you, yeah I miss you Just to remind myself Of how good it is And I know we're not supposed to talk But I'm getting ahead of myself I get scared when we're not 'Cause I'm

Hangin' out the passenger side of his best friend's ride Trying to holla at me A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me I don't want no scrub No, I don't want no scrub Oh yes son, I'm talking to you So no, I don't want your number No, I don't want

'Cause I believe I believe to my soul Oh yes, I believe One of these days and it won't be long You're gonna search for me and down the road I'm gone You're tryin' to mess around with me babe You keep complainin, my progression is slow You shouldn't