ever since you went away the sun hasn't been out to shine and clouds they been dropping their blues on me and rainy day blues are mine and i don't care
if i knew where i was going i might already be there but i dont know where i been. every town seems to look the same another year has came and went
Sittin' there with your hair all in your face Tears are fallin' like they're in a race You look down, you look around, then you look up again You get
Got drunk by myself last night & they say thatA?s no way to make things right I just didnA?t have anything better to do The dog was asleep on the living
Well you're egg-shell walking I'm talking with you honestly Lets keep this thing rockin' Let it be what it's gonna be We don't need a cheaper version
i got a lot of things to say I've got a lot of things to do today But I'll put 'em all behind Throw 'em to the side Put 'em off till tomorrow to keep
Got your bag on your shoulder, Never thought once about thinkin' it over. Feel like you're the only one, Who's ever been in a bad situation. Now you need
I use to get stoned on my sisters record collection Gold and platinum on vinyl was the closest thing to perfection Rock & roll, acoustic guitar Not
Chorus: New York City girl Born and raised in South Queens She goes to work in taxi cabs Comes back home in limousines Well if you see her tell her I
Same old story Same old town Same old me Same old hangin' around Same old people And the same old cars Same old lines And the same old bars If I were
Rosie cooks with love 5 bucks a plate and she'll cook for if you if don't show up to late 'cuz when you're feelin' low down as empty as a hole go to
I had a heart big as Atlanta Till I ran in to a dancer named Savannah She stole my soul away Tool my wallet and my chain Left me here standin' out in
Oh if I were President I'd make you realize no more question's no more lies I'll tell you the truth looking in your eyes If I were President. Well first
Sweet Teresa lay your eyes upon my face Oh Sweet Teresa lay your hands upon my skin Why don't you open up your love door Sweet Teresa let me in Sweet
Gettin' tired of looking over my shoulder Tired of walkin' around alone Gettin' used to myself gettin' older But not accustomed to getting' spit on I'
A young man's searching Trying to find his soul He's heard all the myths and the stories that he's told He searches his heart for the magic to behold
Well, I used to be crazy Yeah, they called me a fool I guess I wasn't myself Back when I wanted you Now you're comin' 'round again Same old look in your
Yeah she always had me Guess she always will One day she betrayed me Now I'm rottin' in this cell Countin' down the days with this chalk and stone Wishin