Holdin' on you so you run again Every time, you shy away Tied to your fears and you hide away Dreams are hard to follow when you're dreaming behind a window Holdin' it back, playin' it safe Wondering "did I do this right?", and saving it for tomorrow

Well, damn these dreams The first time it felt like fallin' in love Playin' my heart just like a guitar string Chasin' that same old whiskey melody It's hard to look true love in the eye and leave I remember hearin' Hank on the radio I bought a cassette,

Once I throw on this, once I throw on this It's over girl You've been playin' hard to get with me all night We both know exactly what you want right Tell me what you gon' do what you gon' do But I know you gon' stay Break it down break it down down Once

We were born and raised in black and white The wind blows hard across the Texas planes Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain That's where we came from Two boys playing in the burning sun One with books, one with guns Mama calls

Well, damn these dreams The first time it felt like fallin' in love Playin' my heart just like a guitar string Chasin' that same old whiskey melody It's hard to look true love in the eye and leave I remember hearin' Hank on the radio I bought a cassette,

We will, we will rock you Buddy, you're a boy, make a big noise Playing in the street, gonna be a big man someday You got mud on your face, you big disgrace Kicking your can all over the place, singin' Buddy, you're a young man, hard man Shouting in the

It's just a lil' 10-piece for her Just to blow it in the mall, doesn't mean that we're involved I just what? I just uh, put a Richard on the card I ain't grow up playin' ball, but I'll show you how the fuck you gotta do it If you really wanna ball 'til

Groupie love I know what you're thinking of You want my You're in the bar, playing guitar I'm trying not to let the crowd next to me It's so hard sometimes with a star When you have to share him with everybody You're in the club, living it up I'm trying

Sitting out in the drive I’m getting used to you not being there At church on Sunday night I’m getting used to the radio playing Without you singing along It’s just a little hard on me But I’m getting used to that old truck of yours But I’ll never get

We were born and raised in black and white The wind blows hard across the Texas planes Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain That's where we came from Two boys playing in the burning sun One with books, one with guns Mama calls