Southern man Of a small town Raised on the ways And gentle kindness For this small town And he bowed His head to Jesus And he stood For Uncle Sam

(Do-do-do-do-do-do-do) Now I'm just another one Singing that same song You're the only one I want beside me, -side me Only yesterday, you were beside me, -side me Don't you remember me, darling? When you lay down to sleep, do you still think of me?

Not much chance for survival If the neon Bible is right Take the poison of your age Don't lick your fingers when you turn the page A vial of hope and a vial of pain In the light they both looked the same Poured them out on into the world On every boy and

Every picture tells a story don't it? Spent time feelin' inferior standing' in front of my mirror Combed my hair in a thousand ways, but I came out lookin' just the same Daddy said, son, you better see the world I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to

(Who got shot tonight?) Who shot the shot? Who got shot tonight? I come from a long way away And I know a fine thing when I see it For the same reason no one ever pointed a telescope at the sun Talking about the Red Angels of N-Y City Not even five

Yo side, yo side, yo side, On your side of the bed On, yo side of the bed Yo side, yo side, yo side, yo side, On yo side of the bed Its not the same without you here (it's so lonely there) I don't wanna sleep if you ain't here

And I'm the kind of person who starts getting kinda nervous When I'm having the time of my life Is there a word for the way that I'm feeling tonight? Happy and sad at the same time I never felt so high No, I've never been this far off of the ground And

Be careful who you tell. Whoa! (Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!) Waiting on a bloodline It's water under the bridge 'Cause you gotta look her in the eye, And you gotta love your way of life. 'Cause you got a guilty filthy soul Don't you know it's out of your control?

Got around the same things Hope my mistakes don't make me less of a man 'Cause lately it feel like dem shits really can I'm prayin' I don't wake up all alone It's hard to say it so I write a song But that ain't equal to me rightin' wrong Stuck between a

He'll never love you like I can, can, can Why are you looking down all the wrong roads When mine is the heart and the soul of the song There may be lovers who hold out their hands but He could be a sinner, or a gentleman He could be your preacher, when