Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no You heard what I said Damn I feel so loose, I'm about to pop shit What's a man to do when he's out of options? I ain't wanna do it but Sh, hold on No, no, no, no, no, no I said gimme that, gimme that Gimme that, gimme that

Blue eyes crying in the rain In the twilight glow I see her When we kissed goodbye and parted I knew we'd never meet again Love is like a dying ember And only memories remain And through the ages I'll remember Some day when we meet up yonder We'll stroll

When you knocked upon my door Down by the highway side Early this morning Early this morning, ooh And I said "hello Satan I believe it's time to go" Me and the Devil Was walkin' side-by-side Me and the Devil, ooh

And it won't say a lonesome word What evil have I done? Beatrice, I love my phonograph She got a phonograph Beatrice, she got a phonograph Beatrice got a phonograph But it won't say a lonesome word What evil has the poor girl heard? But you broke my

Oh, baby, I want to come home to you Baby, I got to get home to you Days and nights feeling so blue Lord, I just don't know what I'm gonna do Oh, baby, I wanna come home Oh, baby, I you're one thousand miles away Baby, you're just one thousand miles away

Who been drivin' my Terraplane now for you since I been gone? And I feel so lonesome, you hear me when I moan And I feel so lonesome, you hear me when I moan Who been drivin' my Terraplane for you since I been gone? I'd said I flash your lights, mama,

All my love's in vain When the train, it left the station, with two lights on behind I followed her to the station, with a suitcase in my hand And I followed her to the station, with a suitcase in my hand Well, it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell, when

No, I can't be the on-only one Ooh ooh ooh, give me a sign That you feel it too Baby, cross the line Yeah, ooh-ooh-ooh, I need more When we're making this up Say it isn't so 'Cause I'm so desperate for you I can taste your skin on my tongue (my tongue)

Way up on Bear Creek, watching the sun go down Well, it makes me feel like I'm on my last go 'round If you stay up on Bear Creek, you'll get like Jesse James I'm going high, high, up on some lonesome hill Well, the water up on Bear Creek, tastes like

So blue, so blue So blue, oh And from his rib an angel born as Eve Thy hair inspired God to make the breeze Thy lips inspired God to make a man Formed into flesh and promised him her hand Why do I cry at night still? Can't sleep without the Nyquil