Let's disappear, gotta jet out of here Feel the wind across our face We'll have some fun, gonna dance on the run It's a perfect day to break away Opened my eyes this morning with a smile on my face My arms wrapped around you, took me away And it got me

Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, I love this bar. It's my kind of place. Puts a big smile on my face. We got winners, we got losers, Chain smokers and boozers. An' we got yuppies, we got bikers, An' we got , thirsty hitchhikers. And the girls next door dress up like

Land of the free, land of the free In the land of the free I'm standing crying (oh oh oh oh) Can't wipe the wind-blown smile from across my face It's just the old man in me Washing his truck at the Sinclair station In the land of the free (ooh) His

Deep within the corners of my mind There'll be a place for you and me I keep a memory of your faces And I only pull it out when I long for your embrace I'm haunted by your smile As it promises me joys like a journey to a tropic isle It's not hard to see

Now I just stunt on my own (Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh) I'm riding round, smoking, my music up loud Kinda doin' my thing, no disrespect to the niggas before me Some smile up in your face but then they don't on the low I'm in a race, and taking the winners

Walk in the rave, smile on my face Drink in my cup, hand in my jeans Man talk tough, man look up, down, left, right Straight to a bang in the teeth Man still talk tough, man saw man in the flesh Now man's tryna talk to my Gs Nah, none of that, none, .45

I'm going big, suck my dick Too many niggas, not enough hoes And some of you niggas, acting like hoes I know a lot of people that smile in my face But talk behind my back every time I'm gone So when they call my number, I don't never pick up I don't owe

God make me shine like the sun Sometimes I feel like I'm the one God gave me style, God gave me grace God give me style, God give me grace God put a smile on my face Ha-ha, God put this smile on my face It ain't my fault, I just reach for style I'm hot,

Hey there ain't no doubt that God's been good to me Well I can't believe I'm sittin' here today Picking on my banjo with a big smile on my face Writin' new words to an old school melody Oh the sun is shinin' on down in Tennessee And right now where I'm

She's just my kind of girl, she makes me feel fine She's just my kind of girl, without her I'm blue Look at her face, it's a wonderful face And it means something special to me Look at the way that she smiles when she sees me How lucky can one fellow be