I'll move back down To this western town If you were thinking that the worst is yet to come Why am I the one always packing up my stuff? For once, for once, for once I get the feeling that I'm right where I belong Why am I the one always packing all my

I'm already ready to go I'm already thinking 'bout leavin' Gotta get you back in my shirt Get you out that dress Everybody at the party is checking your body I don't even mind it 'cause you're coming with me, girl And I know it's only seven thirty-two

I can say it more than once 'Cause I'm thinking twice as fast, yodel-ayde-a Everything I like is nice That's why I try to have it twice, yodel-ayde-a Well, once I saw a bore Who was a social whore, yodel-ayde-a And they said I had a limp And then they

Don't stay for me But don't stay for me If you got to leave Do what you need Oh woah, oh woah I know that there's times That you get so tired And you know I want you to stay Lately I've been thinking

(nothin' but love nothin' but love) Ain't got nothin' but love for you Here I sit by my window thinking about all the things that I've been through There were times where I never thought I get to where I got to Had some angels to guide me someone who

Won't you let me take it back Girl you know that I still love you And you know that I'm so alone I don't know why I told you that I didn't need you I've been thinking 'bout my thoughtless words And I know just how much they must have hurt And I take it

They don't know, they don't know, they don't know, they don't know about us They don't know, they don't know, they don't know about what we do That it's true Thinking of all this but I'm good, if I've got you The wind on my pony, top-down, alright So

Bet they gon' remember me Big house with a beach for a backyard The state of mind that I'm in got me thinking different I used to dream until I Realized it wasn't shit in reality 'Cause you can make it happen and I'ma make it happen Put me in a fast car

I was busy dreaming 'bout boys Head is spinning thinking 'bout boys I was busy thinking 'bout boys I want 'em all Didn't hit 'em back I'm sorry that I missed your party I wish I had a better excuse like Don't be mad, don't be mad at me (no, no, no, no)

But I ain't got no one sleepin' with me Maybe I love you Maybe I'm just kind of bored It is what it is And you ain't got nowhere that you need to be I think were thinking to hard To put on your shoes and get in your car