There’s a neon light at the end of the tunnel It ain’t all that bright, but even though it’s subtle It’s got me feeling alright, go on and make it a double There’s a neon light at the end of the tunnel, tunnel, tunnel Now there it is in the window It's

And you ain't Porter Cause you ain't Dolly She's a little bit fuller And fill the jukebox full of quarters You ain't Dolly And you're a whole lot shorter Let's dance all night No, and you ain't Porter Well I noticed you right off the bat in those cowboy

I'm going to Brownsville, take that right hand road The girl I'm loving she's got great long curly hair Well, I'm going to Brownsville, take that right hand road And I ain't gonna stop walking till I get in sweet mama's door And her mama and her papa

I've been thinkin' with my dick, baby I ain't got control I try to fight it but he got a mind of his own And this is my confession, I can't lie anymore She say I think with my dick and she probably right And he gon' do whatever when he feeling good But

Oh, pretty woman Can't make you love me No matter what I do Sure's the rising sun Says all your cheap paint and powder Ain't gonna help you none 'Cause she's a pretty woman Right down to her bone So you might as well

Under the redlight, you mean, ain't no stopping here? She told me that's right You want all of my attention, no at ease Told me what you want, I get you on your knees I got so much work overseas they need the visa My neck, my wrist, looking flashy like

Hold on, hold on She used to make me happy Ain't always cool But it's alright It's not a sad song really It's not a sad song, sad song, yeah And I stopped taking your messages Never stopped loving you So hold on, baby

Lil baby, lil mama, lil baby, lil mama Girl I beat it up, beat it up right, I will Oh, and I go deeper than your ex man did She a pretty young thing and ain't got no kids She be like, "Slow down daddy ya that ain't too big" And you know I'll beat it

We ain't ever getting older So baby pull me closer in the backseat of your Rover That I know you can't afford Bite that tattoo on your shoulder Pull the sheets right off the corner Of the mattress that you stole From your roommate back in Boulder We

You love me a saint or a sinner Somewhere between darkness and light And the gray where we live between wrong and right Whether I'm lost or I'm washed in the river Somehow we've stumbled our way into love There's two kinds of prayers on your knees The