| Opening Lyrics | Song | Album |
|---|
| Inflatable pool, full of dad's hot air | |
| Strong like a mother holds her child | |
| When I looked out today and saw that the sky was gray | |
| You know I'm stubborn, set in my ways | |
| Sittin' on a bench in West Town Mall | |
| When you see a deer, you see Bambi | |
| Every time you take a sip in this smoky atmosphere | |
| With seven billion people in this world | |
| She put him out like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette | |
| Somebody's gotta scratch your back | |
| Love starts with a (title) | |
| That sleepy little campfire, popped and kinda crackled | |
| She's a yellow pair of running shoes | |
| I said a bad word when I was a kid | |
| Darlin', I've been standin' here just watchin' you all night | |
| Well I love her, but I love to fish | |
| I work down at the Pizza Pit, and I drive an old Hyundai | |
| Life is like a mountain railway | |
| If I could write a (title) | |
| I talked to my sister in Memphis | |
| Someday, I'm gonna be famous | |
| We cut the cake, everybody danced | |
| Rush-hour traffic always puts me in a bad mood | |
| | Opening Lyrics | Song | Album |
|---|
| Kevin wasn't really all that popular in school | |
| When a freight train jumps off the track and rolls down my road | |
| There ain't nothin' I would rather see | |
| I could've been workin' overtime | |
| When a single mom goes out a date with somebody new | |
| (Title), like it's raining at mine | |
| I called to say I'm workin' late tonight | |
| I remember saying, 'I don't care either way,' | |
| Baby's born in the middle of the night, local delivery room | |
| On a hill far away stood an (title) | |
| You may think I'm wrong for you, and you're wrong for me | |
| I like kickin' back on the sofa | |
| Seasons come and seasons go | |
| Thirty-six, thirty-two, blue-cut, with a Skoal ring | |
| I never knew how people wound up in a bar | |
| She's got the focus, she's got the time | |
| You're not supposed to say the word 'cancer' in a song | |
| Open my eyes, look at the clock, it says eight fifteen | |
| Empty house, empty rooms, empty bottle of Patron | |
| The bar was empty, I was sweepin' up the floor | |
| There's an old Kodak camera in my dresser drawer | |
| (Title), on the far side of the sky | |
| Oh yeah, sure, no problem | |
| | Opening Lyrics | Song | Album |
|---|
| When I was ten years old, I remember thinking how cool it would be | |
| She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans | |
| I'm still breathin' and my heart's still beatin' | |
| Hey, hey, (title) | |
| You're fumblin' 'round in the bedroom | |
| I never was a straight-laced, straight-A student | |
| To the teller down at the bank | |
| Well I'll never forget the first time that I heard | |
| (Title), just see how it feels | |
| I'm sittin' on the fender of someone else's truck | |
| We didn't care if people stared | |
| I can make anybody pretty | |
| I filled up two shopping carts late last night | |
| My buddy, Blake, was all-state with dreams of the NFL | |
| She's got Brazilian leather boots on the pedal of her German car | |
| I'm a sucker for fine Cuban cigars | |
| Every day I clock out and head straight to her house | |
| Yesterday I thought that I was low as I could get | |
| He yelled out from the back row | |
| I remember tryin' not to stare the night that I first met you | |
| On my fifth birthday, I got so upset | |
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John Mayer Songs by Lyrics
Songs on Revolver
'Country' Songs
