And right out the other, It goes In One Ear, People talkin' shit but you know we'll never bother, They say that we ain't got the style, We ain't got the class, We ain't got the tunes that's goin to put us on the map And I'm a phony in disguise, Trying to

That's all right. What you call me? You didn't! You don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats. Well I tell you one dog-gone thing. It makes me feel good to know one thing. I know I'm a lover. Matter of opinion. That's all right, Mama was. Papa too.

Some lessons we learn the hard way Well why do the hands of time So easily unwind Some lessons don't come easy That's the price we have to pay They don't come right off and right easy That's why they say some lessons learned we learn the hard way Well

Go to Heaven That's swell How do you like it Livin' Hell All along they're sayin' mind your manners Self-realized and metaphysically redeemed May not live another life May not solve a mystery Right around the corner

Well, I know I should be moving on But I feel like I'm already gone Now if somebody'd hold me, save me from This broken record that's playing in my heart You know it's alright, I'm praying for the sunshine To get me through the hard times, to get me

I've got my car and my ride and my wheels When I go to Vegas When I go to Vegas, that's right I've got my drugs and my stuff and my pills I've got my girls and my boys and my girls When I go to Vegas, well that's right When I go to Vegas, well alright

Baby that's right, baby that's right But as for right now where's the party at? We'll stay up all night waiting for the sun to shine, sun to shine Let your hair down, let's unwind Take your problems, leave them behind You got your troubles and I got mine

Those beers might as well have been poured out Why are you still showing up and bringing me down? Why do I keep letting you get to me And mess up what that's not what's gonna be? You walk right by crashing my high like I know you will You're like a

Me and my band of brothers got you covered On the honky tonk front lines Well, we ain't no rookies; it's our third tour of duty Yeah, that's all right I came up through the trenches where We only played for tips and alcohol You find out what you're made

Tear the moon from the stars tonight Twist my arm like a knife tonight And if you wanna leave that's alright Well I'll just turn these tears into wine All the friends that I've ever known Are the streetlamps I follow home And I'm in the crowd but I'm all