Golden touch It happens every time your lips touch mine There's a feeling that's so divine There's magic in you I wasn't very strong till you came along You made me realize that by your side, boy Is where I belong There's a kind of magic in the air

If your man get personal, want to have your fun I got women's in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennessee Lord, I'm goin' to Rosedale, gon' take my rider by my side Best come on back to Friar's Point, mama, barrelhouse all night long But my Friar's Point

Layla, you've got me on my knees Layla, I'm begging, darling please Layla, darling won't you ease my worried mind What'll you do when you get lonely And nobody's waiting by your side? You've been running and hiding much too long You know it's just your

'Cause I never knew, I never knew You could hold moonlight in your hands 'Til the night I held you You are my moonlight The sun is setting And you're right here by my side And the movie's playing But we won't be watching tonight

Girl, it's astounding the way that you ground me Just by being around me, help me stay true Behind every man is a woman standing Holding his hand and seeing him through You're my co-pilot Always by my side, looking so fly Baby you got me Clouds hit the

Clouds roll by Reeling is what they say Or is it just my way? Wind blows by low light Side tracked low light Can't see my tracks your scent way back Can I be here all alone? Clear a path to my home Blood runs dry

Homeboy, you're gonna wish one day, That you were sittin' on a gate of a truck by the lake With your high school flame on one side, ice cold beer on the other Ain't no shame in a blue collar forty, Little house, little kid, little small town story Come

All I know is this all fades, the second that I'm by your side Can this be real, can this be fate Please say that you'll be there Just say that you'll be my side When the storm subsides I've been driving through these nights This road reminding me of all

I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston

I only love it when you touch me, not feel me When I'm fucked up, that's the real me I only call you when it's half past five The only time that I'll be by your side When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, yeah The only time I'd ever call you mine When