I used to tear up the roads in this old town Every bar I'd find open, I'd close it down That 2 AM last call, man I'd answer I'd burn that candle at both ends 'Til it met in the middle, just smoldering I was searching for something I didn't even know I was after Then God made a woman fall for a man Didn't have much going, but his life began when she took his hand The sky turned blue, the clouds parted, light shined on a lonely heart When God made a woman Never gave him a reason to bless me at all And I still can't believe that an angel would fall For a guy like me, guess he sees who needs saving Every night I hit my knees again, thanking the Lord she's a lot like him She loves me with a grace that's truly amazing Yeah, God made a woman fall for a man Didn't have much going, but his life began when she took his hand The sky turned blue, the clouds parted, light shined on a lonely heart When God made a woman He made the moon, he made the sun But the best thing to me that he's ever done God made a woman Yeah, God made a woman God made a woman fall for a man Didn't have much going, but his life began when she took his hand The sky turned blue, the clouds parted, light shined on a lonely heart When God made a woman When God made a woman Yeah, yeah God made a woman

She was dancing in a sundress on a Carolina sunset on the last night of Merle Fest Told me she ain't missed one since the summer she turned 18 Hit that road on a gyspy dream Hitched a ride in a beat up van following her favorite band And Now she's a Bonaroo baby, she's Coachella crazy, She'll be Folking out in Newport, you've probably seen her before Up at Lollapalooza, In the muddy Wakarusa, She'll be at the Hangout down in Alabama, Just look for the girl in the blue bandana Whoah, Whoah She had a flower in her hair, a little smoke was in the air We were chillin' in some lawnchairs saying we wish we could've seen Woodstock Told me she was leaving in the morning, heading down to New Orleans Said boy, you oughta come along and I knew I shoulda gone She's a Bonaroo baby, she's Coachella crazy, She'll be folking out in Newport, you've probably seen her before Up at Lollapalooza, In the muddy Wakarusa, She'll be at the Hangout down in Alabama, Just look for the girl in the blue bandana Whoa whoa Several thousand faces in a crowd And I know she's out there somewhere jamming out She's my Bonaroo baby, she's Coachella crazy, She'll be Folking out in Newport, you've probably seen her before Up at Lollapalooza, In the muddy Wakarusa, She'll be at the Hangout down in Alabama, Just look for the girl in the blue bandana Whoa, whoa, Now I got a beat up van and I'm driving across this land Looking for a blue bandana

I'm tired of rollin' down the same road Sometimes it feels like I'm just holding onto hope Baby, can't you see we don't have to be anything Other than what we've ever been? How much more can we both take? Is this where we bend or where we break? 'Cause I'm tired of waiting on the other side Waiting for you to make up your mind 'Cause you're making up mine And I'm tired of the hell that we're living in Fighting for what it takes two to win And this time, I'm gonna walk away if things ain't like they were before 'Cause I can't give in anymore Honesty is something we both swore But honestly, I don't know if I know you anymore We don't have to fake We don't have to make this thing bigger than it really is Did you say goodbye? I'm still not sure I've seen the signs, so just say the words 'Cause I'm tired of waiting on the other side Waiting for you to make up your mind 'Cause you're making up mine And I'm tired of the hell that we're living in Fighting for what it takes two to win This time, I'm gonna walk away if things ain't like they were before 'Cause I can't give in anymore I can't give in anymore See, I'm tired of waiting on the other side Waiting for you to make up your mind 'Cause you're making up mine And I'm tired of the hell that we're livin' in Fighting for what it takes two to win This time, I'm gonna walk away if things ain't like they were before 'Cause I can't give in anymore I can't give in anymore I'm tired of rollin' down the same road

Don't look now, oh, the parkin' lots full Gonna ride that cow with a Dallas bull Everybody in the ATL is comin' DJ's got those speakers thumpin' Got a black Ford not a white Mercedes Walkin' in the front door checkin' out the ladies My buddy says, "Hey, boys I'm buyin'" The hottest girl in here's givin' me the eye and Everybody knows, it's gonna be one of those I can drink to that all night That's the stuff I like That's the kind of party makes you throw your hands up high 'Bout to tie one on talkin' gone, gone, gone Turnin' all the wrongs into right I can drink to that all night Workin' on the sweet thing, sittin' on a bar stool Doin' shots of Jack, girl, gonna take it old school Singin' hell yeah to every song they're playin' Do you wanna dance? Baby, I'm just sayin' Everybody knows, it's gonna be one of those I can drink to that all night That's the stuff I like That's the kind of party makes you throw your hands up high 'Bout to tie one on talkin' gone, gone, gone Turnin' all the wrongs into right I can drink to that all night (yeah) I can drink to that all night That all night Take your cup, fill it up You can't raise it high enough Take your cup, fill it up You can't raise it high enough Everybody knows (verybody knows), it's gonna be one of those (one of those) I can drink to that all night That's the stuff I like That's the kind of party makes you throw your hands up high I can drink to that all night That's the stuff I like (I like) That's the kind of party makes you throw your hands up high 'Bout to tie one on talkin' gone, gone, gone Turnin' all the wrongs into right (feels right) I can drink to that all night (yeah) I can drink to that all night (oh, oh,oh) I can drink to that all night I can drink to that all night (I can drink, yeah) Take your cup, fill it up You can't raise it high enough Take your cup, fill it up You can't raise it high enough Take your cup, fill it up You can't raise it high enough Take your cup, fill it up You can't raise it high enough

Today I wanted to write a tune Started strummin' this little groove I could've wrote about love or money Somethin' sad or somethin' funny But hey, hey, hey what's so wrong With one more drinkin' song? Hold up your cups and sing along To one more drinkin' song And if by chance this brings you cheer Maybe someday you'll bring me a beer Or not to mention my favorite drink A Marga-daiquiri-screw-olada-on the beach Hey, hey, hey what's so wrong With one more drinkin' song? Hold up your cups and sing along To one more drinkin' song So here's to cheap whiskey and fine wine Buyin' shots and pick-up lines And here's to bartenders tryin' to get paid While all of us are tryin' to get Hey, hey, hey what's so wrong With one more drinkin' song? Hold up your cups and sing along To one more drinkin' song (Oh, now you wanna sing along) Hey, hey, hey, what's so wrong With one more drinkin' song? Hold up your cups and sing along To one more drinkin' song