Ain't no closing time, ain't no cover charge Just country boys and girls getting down on the farm It's just country boys and girls getting down on the farm You can have a lot of fun in a New York minute Every Friday night there's a steady cloud of dust

You found me dressed in black Hiding way up at the back Life had broken my heart into pieces You took my hand in yours You started breaking down my walls And you covered my heart in kisses I thought life passed me by Missed my tears, ignored my cries

I got a hangover, oh, I've been drinking too much for sure I got a hangover, oh, I got an empty cup pour me some more And I can drink until I throw up, eh And I don't ever ever want to grow up, eh I wanna keep it going, keep keep it going, come on I got

I'd like to know when she's not with me If she's still true to me I'd like to know when we're kissing Does she feel just what I feel, And how am I to know it's really real. Oh, tell me where, the answer lies Is it in her kiss or in her eyes It's a

What's gonna come? Tethered to a bird of sorrow A voice that's buried in the hollow You've given over to self-deceivin' Your prostrate bowed would not be leavin' You've squandered more than you could borrow You've bet your joys on all tomorrows For the

I know, I know, shh I would always change the line (Stay alive) (Stay alive) where’s my son? Mr. Hamilton, come in, they brought him in a half an hour ago He lost a lot of blood on the way over (Stay alive) is he alive? Yes, but you have to understand

Come on over baby You ain't broken, you're just bent like me I'll show you something that will set you free, set you free Howl at the wind, cry on the shoulder of the road Or you can come on over, come on over baby Two lane is slick, black, heavy as the

There's nothing like starting over, There's nothing like shedding a heartache, Writing a new page to say what you wanna say There's nothing like a heart wide open, You can let go and take the weight off your shoulders That bittersweet comfort of knowing

When the load gettin' closer, hope they don't pull him over I know my bows over, sack 'em up and keep the over Dope weighing over, please don't weigh it over It's losing water rapidly, I whipped it up with soda Count the money over, and feed the junky

And it pulls me back into the night 'Cause the devil's got my arms Oh, it grips me We don’t know what’s good for us 'Cause if we did, we might not do it Who knows where our limits lie? We won’t discover ‘til we push it 'Cause the devil’s got my arms