Let's get down to business I don't got no time to play around what is this? Must be a circus in town, let's shut the shit down On these clowns, can I get a witness? Marshall, sounds like an S.O.S. Holy whack unlyrical lyrics Andre, you're fuckin' right!

I'm ju- I'm ju- I'm just sayin', choose Choose, I'm just sayin', what you wanna do? Choose, I just dropped down in your city to Choose, let me put you onto something new Choose, ain't no tellin' what we get into Feel some type of way I ain't tryna play

I found love darling, yeah Don't patronize me Something it won't Here in the dark In these final hours I will lay down my heart But you don't No, you don't 'Cause I can't make you love me if you don't

In the cold hard dirt that you throw down I don't want to watch you drive away in a black car To a new bar so you can find another Hopeless broken girl in a little black dress And you'll take her break her lay her heart to rest And I don't wanna be

I'm sitting by a lake But it's not of this earth The water is so clear And the birds are alive A mirror for the sky They see themselves And fly away The universe is alive I lay down by the river-flow

Let it roll if we got the gas We let it rip when we got the money It gets wild yeah but that's the way we get down Little Jimmy Jackson is jackin' up his Bronco He's gonna lay a little rubber later on at the truck pull All the girls are getting' pretty

You do the talkin' I'll do the driving, you get us going Play us a summer song that she knows and I'll find a spot, I'll pull it over You slow it down and I'll pull her closer I'll find the moon and you bring the backbeat You set the mood, we'll dance in

Say you'll be here with me all night Won't let it go in the daylight Say you'll be here to fight And we will make it right You're holding my hand so tight Promise you will be around when the sun goes down We can't win if we don't play

Music's playing up and down the block Mostly Christian, blues, country, folk and southern rock It's a little piece of paradise way out here in the woods There's always something going on down in the trailerhood My neighbor Carl, he lives next door Pink

And I can hear the Delta callin' From the light of a distant star When Henry plays his steel guitar I can see my future and I can feel my past Remember if you can When cotton was picked by hand Down in Dixy under southern sky Working from sun to sun