Yeah, she's the Yeah, she's the boss and I'm an old romantic doing favors, don't look good on paper But when she looks behind these eyes, girl I can see the psyche, and baby I like it Yeah, she's the Yeah, she's the, old romantic doing

Like me and my down home boys Down here we keep the good times flowing, Red dirt flying, and the radio going We got each other's back and everybody knows it, Yeah me and my down home boys Know how to show a town what's up We pass it around then fill it

On videotape When I'm at the pearly gates This will be on my videotape, my videotape Mephistopheles is just beneath And he's reaching up to grab me This is one for the good days And I have it all here In red, blue, green Red, blue, green

And mama’s good eats And wonder on repeat There's soo much history in my head The people I've left The ones that I've kept Have you heard me on the radio, did you turn it up? On your blown-out stereo in suburbia? Could be playing hide and seek from home

Give me some of that Baby, you look so good In nothing but my cowboy hat Moonlight through the window, country on the radio Silhouette, beautiful come a little closer Nothing but my cowboy hat When you're dancing around the bedroom We've been out all

Nothin' but blue skies, Hangin' over you and I. Listen to the Goodyear's roll Hummin' through the radio Let it lighten up your load Ain't got no place to go. Watching those fence poles fly, As the miles roll by, Embers in the ashtray,

Not like you hold me, hold me Baby, every time I love you In and out of my life, in out baby Tell me, if you really love me So baby, love never felt so good Let me see you move, come on Gotta fly, gotta see, can't believe Let me see you move

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I’m fairly local, I’ve been around I’ve seen the streets you're walking down I’m fairly local, good people now It’s the few, the proud, and the emotional Yo, this song will never be on the radio Even if my clique were to pick

Hello world Well hello world How you been Good to see you, my old friend Traffic crawls Cell phone calls Talk radio screams at me Through my tinted window I see A little girl, rust red minivan

You could 'cause you can so you do When it's nine in the afternoon We're feeling so good, just the way that we do Your eyes are the size of the moon Back to the street where we began Cause it's nine in the afternoon And your eyes are the size of the moon