Did you really think I would change? Change to be the one you wanted me to be Stuck at home in your little built up fantasy Take my bags now I'm ready to go Changing misery for a joyride Here I am just in time to start a show Hear them roar take the stage take a bow Instant feeling of high feel the loving light Cold as ice as I wave my goodbyes Left to be faced with your judging eyes You can never fill the void Give the ego all the boost it hungers for Let me go I will never be the one you need Take my bags now I'm ready to go No more misery time for joyride Here I am ready for another tour Hear them roar take the stage take a bow Instant feeling of high feel the loving light Cold as ice as I wave my goodbyes Left to be faced with your judging eyes Fill void with your ego Que darkness Left cold as you go You're flying high on illusions of grandeur A fleeting moment you claw at the stars A life spent racing towards your grand tour But fame and fortune won't cover your scars Know you want to blame Fill me up with shame You never understood me Scars can all be healed lives can't be relived It's time to take my leave Take my bags now I'm ready to go No more misery time for joyride Here I am ready for another tour Hear them roar take the stage take a bow Instant feeling of high feel the loving light (loving light) Cold as ice as I wave my goodbyes Left to be faced with your judging eyes Hear them roar take the stage take a bow Instant feeling of high feel the loving light Cold as ice as I wave my goodbyes Left to be faced with your judging eyes (judging eyes)

I get out my records When you go away When people are talking I miss what they say 'Cause it all means nothing, my dear If I can't be holding you near So tell me you love me 'Cause that's all that I need to hear I sit in my kitchen (George, do the hi-hats now) With nothing to eat With so many friends I I don't want to meet 'Cause I don't need music in my ears I don't need the crowds and the cheers Oh, just tell me you love me 'Cause that's all that I need to hear I've been told so many times before But hearing it from you means much more So much more Reply to my message And pick up my calls You see, I wrote you a letter It was no use at all Oh, I don't care if you're insincere Just tell me what I want to hear You know where to find me The place where we lived all these years, oh And tell me you love me That's all that I need to hear Oh, tell me you love me That's all that I need to hear

Headed down south to the land of the pines I'm thumbin' my way into North Caroline Starin' up the road And pray to God I see headlights I made it down the coast in 17 hours Pickin' me a bouquet of dogwood flowers And I'm a hopin' for Raleigh I can see my baby tonight So rock me, mama, like a wagon wheel Rock me, mama, anyway you feel Hey, mama, rock me Rock me, mama, like the wind and the rain Rock me, mama, like a south-bound train Hey, mama, rock me Runnin' from the cold up in New England I was born to be a fiddler in an old-time string band My baby plays the guitar I pick a banjo now Oh, the North country winters keep a gettin' me now Lost my money playin' poker so I had to up and leave But I ain't turnin' back To livin' that old life no more So rock me, mama, like a wagon wheel Rock me, mama, anyway you feel Hey, mama, rock me Rock me, mama, like the wind and the rain Rock me, mama, like a south-bound train Hey, mama, rock me Walkin' to the south out of Roanoke I caught a trucker out of Philly Had a nice long toke But he's headed west from the Cumberland Gap To Johnson City, Tennessee And I gotta get a move on fit for the sun I hear my baby callin' my name And I know that she's the only one And if I die in Raleigh At least I will die free So rock me, mama, like a wagon wheel Rock me, mama, anyway you feel Hey, mama, rock me Rock me, mama, like the wind and the rain Rock me, mama, like a south-bound train Hey, mama, rock me

Two hobos on a railroad line I'm getting ready to go Pulling on a bottle of burgundy wine I'm getting ready to go Well, they couldn't hear that southbound whistle when The Dixie flyer burned around the bend And it punched their tickets for the promise land I'm getting ready to go Sweet home, loving Heaven, Heaven Sweet home, can't ya hear me singing low? Sweet home, lordy, I'll be traveling So throw the gates wide open 'Cause I'm getting ready to go Two magpies on a telephone wire I'm getting ready to go Singing to the corn like a Heavenly choir I'm getting ready to go Old farmer John must be sleeping sound They shucked that corn and passed it around But the old man's wife got her shotgun down I'm getting ready to go Sweet home, loving Heaven, Heaven Sweet home, can't ya hear me singing low? Sweet home, lordy, I'll be traveling So throw the gates wide open 'Cause I'm getting ready to go Listen here pal 'fore your road is run And your tightrope breaks in two It's a mighty big world you're standing on And it keeps going round without little old You know who Boodle-am boodle-am boodle-am boodle-am boo Toodle-am toodle-am toodle-am toodle-am too Shake a leg, shake a leg, shake a leg, shake a leg now Break a leg, drag a leg, shake a leg, grab a leg, break a leg, shake a leg now Well, it's so long, good luck, great to know you I'm getting ready to go May the Lord above take a liking to you I'm getting ready to go Well, it's a short life of trouble so don't make more When death comes creeping 'round your back door It don't knock twice brother that's for sure I'm getting ready to go Sweet home, loving Heaven, Heaven Sweet home, can't ya hear me singing low? Sweet home, lordy, I'll be traveling So throw the gates wide open 'Cause I'm getting ready to go Throw the gates wide open 'Cause I'm getting ready to go

Hey, hey, hey, where's the corn liquor? Cut a groove in my record start picking quicker Whoa, you know what I need I want it now, want it now, want it now I want it, want it, want it, want it Hey, hey, hey, let's go to Gate City Where the girls are silly and they're so hillbilly Whoa, you know what I need I want it now, want it now, want it now I want it, want it, want it, want it Headed up the holler gonna take a big swaller There's a fire in the wood's tonight We got some sticky icky pall malls stole your brother's Adderall Getting freaky deaky in the Kentucky moonlight Hey, hey, hey, where's the corn liquor Need a kick in my kisser bring along your sister Whoa, you know what I need I want it now, want it now, want it now I want it, want it, want it, want it Hey, hey, hey, what else could we do? Freight train hopping, purple pill popping, bluegrass bopping You know what I need I want it now, want it now, want it now I want it, want it, want it, want it Hey, hey, hey, where's the corn liquor Cut a groove in my record Start picking quicker Whoa, you know what I need I want it now, want it now, want it now I want it, want it, want it, want it When the sheriff started coming, we all started running Thought we'd be a-looking through the bars But the joke was on the deputy when we stuck a rattlesnake In the backseat of the hazard county police card Hey, hey, hey, where's the corn liquor Need a kick in my kisser Bring along your sister Whoa, you know what I need I want it now, want it now, want it now I want it, want it, want it, want it Whoa, you know what I need I want it now, want it now, want it now I want it, want it now

Hush up, honey, don't you cry Things are gonna get better in the by-and-by And there ain't a thing for a poor man In this world Work through the winter, work through the spring Yeah plant my corn and taters and then it wouldn't rain And there ain't a thing for a poor man In this world Now I got down on my knees Lord I thought I'd pray Along come a great big flood Washed everything away And there ain't a thing for a poor man In this world Work through the winter, Lord, work through this fall All I got for Christmas was a pair of overalls And there ain't a thing for a poor man In this world Well I got down on my knees Looked up to the sky All I can think of is to ask the good Lord why And there ain't a thing for a poor man In this world Well hush up, honey, Lord don't get down You know that I love you every way around And there ain't a thing for a poor man In this world And there ain't a thing for a poor man In this world