I'm cryin' for me I'm gonna miss that smile I'm gonna miss you my friend Even though it hurts the way it ended up I'd do it all again So play it sweet in heaven 'Cause That's right where you want to be I'm not cryin' cause I feel so sorry for you I'm

What you call me? (tramp!) No you didn't! (you don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats) Well, I tell you one doggone thing It makes me feel good to know one thing, I know I am a lover (Matter of opinion) that's all right, mama was, papa too And

And so I can't keep this up I have had enough 'cause you can count me out Well I'm up and I don't know why But I guess that's all that counts Looking 'round as I'm holding my head And I'm in somebody's house The sun it hits like a punch in the face With

I'm not okay You wear me out Well if you wanted honesty, that's all you had to say I never want to let you down or have you go, it's better off this way For all the dirty looks For photographs your boyfriend took Remember when you broke your foot from

I can't take this All my life is wreckless All our lives our dangerous But we fake our way through That's what we do I can't help this going down Sometimes things get in the way My thoughts I cannot convey

I'm the fireman, that's my name. They call me the fireman, that's my name. Making my rounds all over town, putting out old flames. Well everybody'd like to have a what I got. I can cool 'em down when they're smoldering hot. Last night they had a bad one

I don't know, it just came over me (hey) What's all over me? That's jewelry That's jewelry, baby My old bitch over me, she want the sober me (hey) I don't know what possessed this foolery I don't know, it just came over me Bag secured, I only walk

Jack in my coke’s got me dizzy dizzy Radio rockin' with maybe Freddy daddy Oh oh it’s the Saturday night She shake it so sweet you got me on a sugar high And I don’t know if it’s you or the whiskey That’s got me feeling all tipsy tipsy I can feel myself

For all this misery Well I ain't got nothing Sure can tell you I'm gonna throw it down and go Staying out here That's the last thing on my mind I need shackles on my feet I need someone to save my soul's defeat I ain't got nothing

More miracles than magic tricks More green grass grows, and green old dollar bills More babies raised, and raising hell More get back up, sometimes you fail Well, I don't know it all Hey, but I know how it feels To be the guy that's trying to come back