Well, I gotta get drunk and I sure do dread it 'Cause I know just what I'm gonna do I'll start to spend my money, callin' everybody, honey And wind up singin' the blues I'll spend my whole paycheck on some old wreck Brother I can name you a few Well, I have gotta get drunk and I sure do dread it 'Cause I know just what I'm gonna do I gotta get drunk, I can't stay sober There's a lot of good people in town That'd like to hear me holler, see me spend my dollars And I wouldn't think of lettin' 'em down There's a lot of doctors that tell me That I'd better start slowing it down But there's more old drunks than there are old doctors So I guess we better have another round Now I gotta get drunk and I sure do dread it 'Cause I know just what I'm gonna do I'll start to spend my money, callin' everybody, honey And wind up singin' the blues I'll spend my whole paycheck on some old wreck Brother I can name you a few Well, I have gotta get drunk and I sure do dread it 'Cause I know I just what I'm gonna do

Well I gotta get drunk and I sure do dread it Cause I know just what I'm gonna do I'll start to spend my money Call everybody honey and wind up singing the blues I'll spend my whole paycheck on some old wreck and brother I can name you a few But I gotta get drunk and I sure do dread it cause I know just what I'm gonna do I gotta get drunk I just can't stay sober there's a lot of good people in town Who'd like to hear me holler see me spend my dollars And I wouldn't think of lettin' 'em down There's a lot of doctors that tell me that I'd better start slowin' it down But there's more old drunkers than there are old doctors So I guess we'd better have another round

There are things I've done I wish I could undo I'd take back all the pain I put the ones who love me through And I'd make some better choices I'd take some different roads I'd hold on to what mattered I would never let it go Life is 20 20 hindsight Might take a lifetime just to get some insight Might not always get it right But you get where you need to be All the mistakes I made, I'm glad I made them All the wrong turns I took, I had to take them Can't look back with regret, 'cause the view is never clear That's what it took to get here There are things I said I wish I could unsay I'd erase all the hurt From those I have hurt along the way And I'd make the right decisions And change some I made before And I'd love a little deeper And I would give a little more Sometimes you get second chances When they come you gotta go and grab them Might not be the way you planned it But you get where you need to be All the mistakes I made, I'm glad I made them All the wrong turns I took, I had to take them Can't look back with regret, because the view is never clear That's what it took to get here And you can't go back and change anything You can't make what happened happen differently But you can get what you need Get where you need to be All the mistakes I made, I'm glad I made them All the wrong turns I took, I had to take them Can't look back with regret, because the view is never clear That's what it took to get here

Well, I've had a wonderful career But I think it's quite queer So I'm writing this down in a song I just couldn't resist 'Cause it's a nice little twist And I think you'll agree this is just wrong I ain't never got to sing one with Willie And I've held it inside long enough Now I ain't too proud, I'm gonna shout it out loud I ain't never got to sing one with Willie Now I've heard him with Merle, Waylon, and Cash Jones and Toby, that man is totally gracious But I'm thinking: damn, why not me? We could even sing it on TV Just like him and old Julio Iglesias I ain't never got to sing one with Willie And I've held it inside long enough Now I ain't too proud, I'm gonna shout it out loud I ain't never got to sing one with Willie We've traveled back and forth Up and down all the highways Wherever our big buses can go But I think that it's great To finally sing one with Strait And our friends will all love it, I know (But I'm loving it, too, Willie) I finally get to sing one with Strait Well, I think that it's been long enough I'm mighty proud, just listen to the crowd I finally got to sing one with George Strait Look at me now, I'm singing with Willie Thank you, man, you just made my career Well, you shoulda said something, Strait I always thought we would sound great And I finally got to sing one with old George Yeah, I am really proud So I'm shouting it out loud I finally got to sing one With old George With old Willie

Touch me, touch the hand of a man who once owned all the world And touch me, touch the arms that once held all the charms of the world's sweetest girl Touch me, maybe someday you may need to know how it feels when you lose And so touch me, and you'll know how you feel with the blues Watch me, watch the eyes that have seen all the heart breaking pain in the land And be thankful you're happy though standing so close to the world's bluest man Don't forget me, take a good look at someone who's lost everything he can lose And then touch me and you'll know how you'd feel with the blues Don't forget me take a good look at someone who's lost everything he can lose And then touch me and you'll know how you'd feel with the blues

You can ride all day long Another Myke Diesel production (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I'm back, my music tracks about to sell another mil' My pants stay saggin' from them hundred dollar bills These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Before I came I just say the streets wouldn't feel The - that I'm spittin', the - that's real But now I'm like Melo, I'm the king of the hill American dream, I'm livin' that for real Eleven cars later - tell me how you feel Took the diamonds off my teeth And put 'em on my Phantom grill (smile, ha ha) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I used to get dissed by the chicks in the club Now they want to rub my belly, wanna show your boy some love They see me iced up, they be like, "What's up?" Try to jack me if you wanna, I'ma leave you - up Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz I used to have homies, now I'm like, "- friends" 'Cause even back then all they did was pretend Now I got my own label Ice Age and I'm boss I'm the mayor of this town with the key to that vault All my cars black on black except the one with thick gloss Got another white on white I call that - rick Rick Ross (Ross) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone (hahahahahaha) Chasing a man you can't see (you can't see me, baby) So just walk away, and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain American Dream, album and movie on the way, baby

(Rhythm is both the song's manacle and it's demonic charge. It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand. "What do you still want of me?", says the singer. "What do you think you can still draw from my lips?" Exact presence that no fantasy can represent. Purveyor of the oldest secret, alive with the blood that boils again, and is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart. How your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound. Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together the lost frenzies of rhythm and an imploring immobility. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Grace Jones. Jones the Rhythm.) Slave! Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm Axe to wood in ancient times Man machine, production line The fire burns, with heartbeats strong Sing out loud, the chain gang song Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm, The rhythm... master... master... Never stop the action, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up. Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm. Slave to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm, Slave to the rhythm, work... to the rhythm, To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the rhythm. Slave, slave, To the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm. (Grace) Oh that's weird... (Grace Jones, welcome) Thank you Paul. And if you're wondering what's wrong with my voice, I just choked on my saliva. So... (Now obviously you're in the Bond movie.)