Lord, what can a poor boy do? Falling down like rain Well, my bad luck is falling Bad luck is falling No matter what I do Seems like my luck won`t never change I felt kinda lucky My luck was running slow The last hand I caught four aces and the police

To be incomplete The world will turn and we'll both will learn how to be This here now, it's where we touch down I don't wanna look down I don't want us to break up in the cloud I breathe in slow to compose myself But the bleeding heart I left on the

Sometimes good intentions It’s all talk, talk, talk Talkin' in the wind It only slows you down If you start listenin' And it’s a whole lot harder to shine Don’t come across so well

We can leave the night on Girl, you got the beat right, killin' in your Levis High on your loving's got me buzzin' like a streetlight We'll find a road with no name, lay back in the slow lane We'll be rolling down the windows, I bet you we're catchin'

He will go down he will drown drown, deeper down The mills grind slow in a riverbed ghost town The river wild will take your only child He will go down he will drown drown deeper down Leave a footprint on every island you see Believe it, we live as we

Don't (don't) try to (try to) Slow me down Isn't good enough, isn't good enough Shinin', shinin', shinin', shinin', yeah (shinin', yeah) Slow me down (down) Hold on (hold on) All of this winnin' All of this winnin', I've been losin' my mind, yeah (losin'

(If you wanna go with us) (I'mma leave 'em in the dust) (I must be the one to bust) (And I'm gonna hit the clutch) Sometimes, I feel Like I'll never slow down (Worldwide Choppers) I get to busting like I'm a thirty ought six

She didn't care where we were going As long as we were going, wide open We put the gas to the floor Yeah, we hit it wide open Two-lane highway rolling With no one around, slowing us down Radio loud, had the speakers all blowing Feet on the dash with her

I know you know how All this time I spent slowing it down Now you wanna go fast, now I go fast Girl you best know how to fuck baby And to make love, the way you look Girl you best know how to fuck And to make love, girl, the way that you look The way

Sometimes good intentions It’s all talk, talk, talk Talkin' in the wind It only slows you down If you start listenin' And it’s a whole lot harder to shine Don’t come across so well