He's rockin', I'm rollin' He's beautiful and I'm broken I should've known better Thinking this could last forever Giving up, giving in, let's Call it out for what it is Should've known where this was going He's right and I'm wrong This love is good as

Old friends in better times. When the sun got big, and the night came down, We used to share a drink - and let the demons out. We let the good times rock, you made the bad times roll We used to laugh a lot, you had a lot of soul. And when the going got

Want you to rock me baby, rock me all night long Sun goin' down, the moon begin to rise See me comin', run get your rockin' chair Want you to roll me, like I roll a wagon wheel Rock me easy, rock your baby slow Put your arms around me, like a circle

How bout it baby (Let me show you what's up, Show you backwoods crazy) Yeah you make me (wanna take you for a ride And then just maybe) We can sip on the wine Rock and Roll all night Get ya off deep in these Florida pines

Bad boys of Rock & Roll Mad boys out of control We're the bad boys of Rock & Roll How bad can a bad boy be if he sets you free? How bad can a bad boy be is he sets you free? (We're the bad boys of Rock & Roll) So we look kinda weird to you Well how do

As a rock and roll star So inviting, so enticing to play the part I could play the wild mutation As a rock and roll star, get it on yeah I could do with the money I'm so wiped out with things as they are I'd send my photograph to my honey and I'd c'mon

Go down easy and let me take my time. Roll it over, let's take it from behind. Rock me slow till I lose my mind. It's only love, God knows it ain't no crime. Roll it over. You don't know how much it means to be here in your arms.

Oh oh, sing me that song At least there's some song bringing me home Oh oh, same old song I left my soul sold, play me rock and roll It was a hard time living in the city Broke my mind, I was trying hard to fit in Somehow I tried to belong They were

I’m gonna rock you like Zeppelin, roll you like the stones Burr like them speakers in my old headphones Gonna fly like an eagle when I drop a needle on the blues I’m gonna get the metal piece down from the attic With a pop and a hiss and a little bit of

I make Rock 'n' Roll records I sell 'em for a dime I make my living and, feed my children All in your good time The Blues they go for a quarter Is guaranteed to satisfy It's a real, funky deal Don't let it pass you by If your evening sun don't shine, my