Whiskey's in the air, dog's on the burner Beer's ice cold, got a pretty little lady to hold Southern summer And that sun shining down like Daddy's silver dollar Gotta hop on the old dirt road to the days of gold Yeah, these are the days of gold Well it's

And no shoes, no shirt, no problems Blues what blues hey I forgot them The sun and the sand and a drink in my hand with no bottom I've been up to my neck workin' six days a week Wearin' holes in the soles of the shoes on my feet Been dreamin' of gettin'

Long gone, long gone, long gone Leave her in the past but I know I'll miss her I kept all of her paraphernalia Left her makeup and her panties on my bedroom dresser Think about the days when I used to undress her Cardo got wings Now we cookin' up (yeah)

(From Chitown to LA) Come on players Uh huh hey I remember when I back in the days When I ain't hot shit But now that I got shit Niggas want to keep up shit But it's all good watch me do this shit

You better, you better, you better I do it nice, seven days a week Like oh my, oh my, oh my God I don't do nothing for free you know I got to charge When I'm done, they be like you better When that check come I be like I pull up, like what's up,

And I'm telling the world you're my Pride and joy, pride and joy, pride and joy You've got kisses sweeter than honey And I work 7 days a week to give you all my money And that's why you are my pride and joy You're my pride and joy, pride and joy, pride

Drop the coin right into the slot You're gotta hear somethin' that's really hot With the one you love, you're makin' romance All day long you been wantin' to dance, Feeling the music from head to toe Round and round and round we go Up in the mornin' and

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time for the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few September, November

This is love, this is life Ohh, it's gonna be alright When times get tough we're still worth the fight The road here's paved with the brokenhearted We gotta finish what we started Ohhh, better hold on tight These days what's left of me ain't no Prince

When the storm hits your front door, with a roar you can't ignore, When the days turn into night, you don't got no chance to fight, I hope some day, when I'm dead and gone, We learn to right, everything that's wrong, With loving hands, turn sick to