I remember what my daddy taught me 'Bout how one risky is in a cold ditch And one more thing about good and evil You can't tell which is which Well, if the rest is lost and history Or maybe wasted on a fool like me And that these bare bones Would leave

His daddy was an honest man, red dirt Georgia farmer His mama lived her short life having kids and baling hay He had fifteen years, an ache inside to wander He hopped a freight in Waycross, wound up in L.A. Lord, the cold nights had no pity on a Waycross

I like it ice cold, I take it with a lime, Canadian, Mexican, Heineken, American, they're all real good friends of mine I like it in a mug, in a bottle, or a cup, I like it with a shot Friday, the week was long Can't wait to get my twist-off off One sip

I know it's a shame Tell me it's okay Lately I've been thinking about the past How there is no holding back No point in wasting sorrow On things that won't be here tomorrow But you and I well, we don't need to speak It's the secret that we keep

Everybody knows I'm him But you know I'm him Well you know I'm the hoochie coochie man The gypsy woman told my mother Before I was born I got a boy child's comin' He's gonna be a son of a gun He gonna make pretty women's Jump and shout

I don't want to die, I don't know why This kind of fate was meant for me You got to be strong, got to move on What do I say? It was never supposed to end up this way What do I have to do? Was supposed to grow old with you But that ain't gonna happen, mmm

I've got a sad and lonely view Of a melancholy moon My pillow smells like your perfume In my blue bedroom From my blue bedroom Missing you in my blue bedroom Woke up this morning with day old coffee Smoked what was left of your cigarette Sit by the phone

And now we never will, never will We wrote our names along the bathroom walls Graffitiing our hearts across the stalls I've been waiting for my whole life to grow old Time to kill Was always an illusion Time stood still I'm writing to ask you; did you

What's happened between us? These oceans are far between our hearts The breathing has got too hard Hold my breath False tales lies of a washed up prom queen Why’d you tell me everything was fine? Everything was okay? Get on your knees, oh Oh, why tear me

We could've been It could've been right but I was wrong Only think 'bout you when I'm alone And we try to pretend Every now and again We don't dream about, don't think about what Though I'm holding again 'Cause I know in the end You dream about, I think