Sittin' on a stool, sittin' on the fence Sittin' on a stool, sitting' on the fence Tryin' to play it cool, tryin' to talk some sense Do I let her go or do I make her mine While there's still a chance Into this crazy heart, lookin' for a sign She's gotta

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a

If you want to get to know her Really get inside her mind If you want to move in closer Take it slow, yeah take your time If you start from the heart You'll see love is gonna play it's part If you want to touch her Really want to touch her If you want to

'Cause young love don't know nothin' When the radio plays you sing along And you'd slide on over, on over and we'd ride When she's holding on You just can't get close enough, you swear it's sent from above Your daddy thought I was wrong for you, Thinking

Hang with the locals at the Quiet Mon Where you can be a tourist, a beach bum, or a star And be as you are Drive a little while on the wrong side of the road Get this laying low off to a flying start Play my guitar in the Caribbean sun Man, I could use a

Swayin', and prayin' That the band don't ever stop playin' Our favorite songs all night long. Oh baby don't it feel so right, Me rockin' you side to side, Just stayin' in these arms of mine, Wrapped up tight just swayin' Well they call em' the cheap

In a permanent state When I was a young boy I tried to listen All this noise, I'm waking up All this space I'm taking up Maybe you'll get what you wanted Maybe you'll stumble upon it Everything you ever wanted Maybe you'll know when you see it

When you're losing the game 'Cause you're gonna make mistakes It's always worth to sacrifice Even when you think you're wrong Na na na na na na na What you gonna do when the show is over What you gonna sing when the song ends

I tried to numb the pain But I can't get away Hiding behind this disguise The games I had to play The hell I had to pay Don't know where it went wrong But my love for this is gone Everything comes with a price Feels like I'm running in place

Who made who, who made you? Who made who, ain't nobody told you? Who made who, who made you? If you made them and they made you Who picked up the bill, and who made who? The video game says "play me" Face it on a level but it takes you every time on a