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| It was 1989, my thoughts were short, my hair was long | |
| Did you write the book of love, or did you have faith in god above? | |
| The stars above are blue, my heart was wrapped in clover, the night I looked at you | |
| My anaconda don't want none unless you've got buns hun | |
| I dug my keys into the side of his pretty little souped up 4-wheel drive | |
| I'm your hell, i'm your dream, I'm nothing in between | |
| So you think you can stop me and spit in my eye, so you think you can love me and leave me to die? | |
| Born down in a dead man's town, the first kick I took was when I hit the ground | |
| Get your motor running, head out on the highway, looking for adventure, for whatever comes our way | |
| Whatever happened, to Tuesday and so slow, going down the old mine with a transistor radio | |
| Worry, why do I let myself worry? Wond'ring what in the world did I do? | |
| I know you like me, I know you do, that's why whenever I come around, she's all over you | |
| Some will win, some will lose, some were born to sing the blues | |
| But if I stayed here with you girl, things just couldn't be the same | |
| Blame it all on your roots, I showed up in boots, and ruined your black tie affair | |
| So I called up the captain, please bring me my wine, he said 'we haven't had that spirit here since 1969' | |
| I can see it in your eyes, I can see it in your smile, you're all I ever wanted, and my arms are open wide | |
| Then put your little hand in mine, there ain't no river or mountain we can't climb | |
| I saw him dancing there by the record machine, I knew he must'a been about 17 | |
| You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one | |
| And I'm wishing you joy and happiness, but of all this I wish you love | |
| I've got all my life to live, and I've got all my love to give | |
| Gina dreams of running away, she cries in the night, Tommy whispers, baby it's okay | |
| I'm headin' down the Atlanta highway, lookin for the love getaway | |
| On the sidewalk, one sunday morning, lies a body oozin' life | |
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| I don't know the reason, I stayed here all season, nothin to show but this brand new tattoo | |
| Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose, nothing doesn't mean nothing honey if ain't free now now | |
| For what is a man, what has he got, if not himself, then he has naught | |
| These little town blues, are melting away, right through the very heart of it | |
| Just take those old records off the shelf, I sit and listen to them by myself | |
| And we're glowing like the metal on the edge of a knife, c'mon hold me tight | |
| But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete while I wore a younger man's clothes | |
| Livin my life in a slow hell, different girl every night at the hotel | |
| You drive us wild, we'll drive you crazy, you say you wanna go for a spin | |
| I'm gonna dress my ass with the latest fashion, get a front door key to the playboy mansion | |
| He's telling me more and more about some useless information, supposed to fire my imagination | |
| What time of the day do you like to make love, have you ever made love just before breakfast | |
| Took her bowling in the arcade, we went strolling, drank lemonade | |
| Hands, touching hands, reaching out, touching me, touching you | |
| She's got eyes of the bluest skies, as if they thought of rain, I hate to look into those eyes and see an ounce of pain | |
| Well, I hope Neil Young will remember, a Southern Man don't need you around anyhow | |
| Some say love it is a hunger, an endless aching need, I say love it is a flower, and you its only seed | |
| It's Friday night and I feel all right, the party is here on the west side | |
| Turn around, every now and then I get a little bit terrified and then I see the look in your eyes | |
| Here I am, on the road again, There I am up on the stage, Here I go playin star again, | |
| What do you think about that, now you know how I feel, say you can handle all my love, are you for real? | |
| I walk these streets with a 6 string on my back, I play for keeps 'cause I might not make it back | |
| So I was the one with all the glory, while you were the one with all the strength | |
| I close my eyes, begin to pray, as tears of joy stream down my face | |
| Cause the walls start shaking, the earth was quaking, my mind was aching, and we were making it | |
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