Well, it must be the same old thing Why do men go crazy When a woman wears her dress so tight? Why do all of the men try to run A big legged woman down? Well, it's the same thing Well, it's the same old thing Better tell me who is to blame Well, the

Heavenly, Angel, Heavenly, Angel, Heavenly, Angel (Kelly/Mann) I can barely keep a grip on the pen I hold Better get a grip on myself I'm told I've grown bitterly, shameslessly, Indescribably cold I dove well into my cups And wrote you a note full of

My head was like a flame It was burning up, burning up It was burning up Well we all get strange And we know it But we're cool with it And we all get a little bit older In this day and age But we deal with it

Walking around at midnight Looking for my marking stone I was born an honest way One foot go the right way I feel like I'm itching Well I am an old man I've got nothing more to say Take me to higher ground I wondered on back home

I know too well that it had to be Stop this world, let me off There's just too many pigs in the same trough There's too many buzzards sitting on the fence Stop this world, it's not making sense Stop this show, hold the phone Better days this girl has

Well, if you don't know what I mean Won't you stand up and scream? 'Cause there's things goin' on that you don't know Well, have you ever lived down in the ghetto? Have you ever felt the cold wind blow? Too many lives they've spent across the ocean Too

And his daring life of crime Made him a legend in his time Well he never traveled heavy Yes he always rode alone And he soon put many older guns to shame And he never had a sweetheart From a town known as Wheeling, West Virginia Rode a boy with a six gun

One-thousand years until the end of time we'll wait one- Thousand more dressed up in gold and white we'll climb The mountain sides to find whats in the sky we'll dig First I stand then I crawl I became all mankind as I drip From mine eyes I washed away

Well den a two gyal mi have And I am stuck in between One a hold out Like she don't want to give in One a move out Like she don't want to live in One a twenty one Di other one a nineteen Now one a mi woman And one a mi queen

And his daring life of crime Made him a legend in his time Well he never traveled heavy Yes he always rode alone And he soon put many older guns to shame And he never had a sweetheart From a town known as Wheeling, West Virginia Rode a boy with a six gun