Can't help myself I gotta be where the lights are shinning down on me I wanna feel the sun So turn that walk into a run, gonna bring the party when I come Sing out if you wanna have some fun And into the spotlight we will go, follow me 'cause baby life's

By jimmy reed Oh baby, honey what's wrong with you? Well now baby, honey what's wrong with you? Well, you don't treat me, baby, like you used to do. I can't help it, baby, if I'm acting strange. I'm just hoping, baby, I'm not going insane. Well baby,

I think you're crazy, maybe I will see you in the next life Red wine and sleeping pills Help me get back to your arms Cheap sex and sad films Help me get where I belong Stop sending letters Letters always get burned It's not like the movies They fed us

Called to be wrong for those below You told me life was long but now that it's gone You find yourself on top as the leader of a flock Helpless she lies across the stairs Haunting your days, consuming your breath There will be healing but don't force this

You know if you don't help me darling I can't do it all by myself I'll have to find myself somebody else Bring my nightshirt Put on your morning gown You got to help me You got to help me, baby I may have to wash I may have to sew

"And be a simple kind of man Baby be a simple kind of man And you can do this, oh baby, if you try Mama told me, when I was young "Said sit beside me, my only son And listen closely, to what I say And if you do this, it will help you some sunny day" Oh

One two three four If you put this scene on a movie screen Is it called a helping hand? If the world gets me Where I'm supposed to be Will I know I've made it then? It's so hard (To the good part?) These things take time

Nobody but me Straight to my lover's heart its for me Cupid please hear my cry And let your arrow fly But just between the two of us our love is conceiled So help me if you will So, Cupid draw back your bow And let your arrow go Cupid draw back your bow

I know you've been searchin' for someone To make you happy, and get the job done You say you needed, a man with money But I can't be there, and will you still care Tell me baby are you lonely? Don't wanna rush ya I can help ya if ya only, let me touch ya

(Raised on country music) I was raised on Merle, raised on Willie Got my Honky Tonk attitude from Joe Diffie Daddy did too, it's family tradition If someone cranks it up, you can't help but listen My upbringing sounds like George Strait singing And I