Up on the Blue Ridge Mountain, there I'll take my stand Up on the Blue Ridge Mountain, there I'll take my stand Rifle on my shoulder, 6 shooter in my hand Lord, Lord, I've been all around this world Lulu, my Lulu, come and open the door Lulu, my Lulu, come and open the door Before I have to walk on in with my old 44 Lord, Lord, I've been all around this world Mama and Papa, little sister makes 3 Mama and Papa, little sister makes 3 They're comin' in the mornin', that's the last you'll see of me Lord, Lord, I've been all around this world Hang me, oh, hang me, so I'll be dead and gone Hang me, oh, hang me, so I'll be dead and gone I wouldn't mind you hangin', boys, but you wait in jail so long Lord, I've been all around this world Up on the Blue Ridge Mountain, there I'll take my stand Up on the Blue Ridge Mountain, there I'll take my stand A rifle on my shoulder, 6 shooter in my hand Lord, Lord, I've been all around this world

I was a queen long before I could speak Put in my hands while I stared at my knees Carried it up to the top where they told me to sit Wondering when if it's gone if that's it I think there's enough to go around But they don't want us to find out Paging up or paging down There's money in the silent sound Race in your heels for an eye to be won Bite at the backs of the girls in the front Pulling your skin, pulling the lever, pulling ahead Don't take it off, take it with you to bed Yeah, Yeah Oh, I think there's enough to go around But they don't want us to find out Paging up or paging down There's money in the silent sound I know they know what it takes They're showing off the smoothest faces Preying on our softest place They say you're nothing if you don't make it Ay ooh ay, ay ooh ay, ay ooh ay oh So I put my folders up around the grid But I still shake the box and I still crack the lid If there's another life to be lived Then come and get me, come and get me So I put my folders up around the grid But I still shake the box and I still crack the lid If there's another life to be lived Then come and get me, come and get me I think there's enough to go around I think there's enough to go around I think there's enough to go around But they don't want us to find out Paging up or paging down There's money in the silent sound I know they know what it takes They're showing off the smoothest faces Preying on our softest place They say you're nothing if you don't make it I think there's enough to go around I think there's enough to go around

If you wanna be with a guy who's gonna bring you flowers A guys who's gonna talk on your phone for hours A guys who's gonna wanna hold the door for you When you wanna walk through A guys who's gonna pick you up A guy who's gonna take you out and make you Wanna get a little dressed up and get a little down I wanna be the guy with the roses Number on speed dial, ladies first, don't you know that's my style Hop into my truck I got plans Well head on down to Jimmy's and we'll do a little dance There's a lot of things in a small town a guy can be But if its by your side for the rest of my life Baby you can call me, a wannabe (a wannabe) Be be a wannabe (a wannabe) (a wannabe) Be Be If you wanna be with a guy whose gonna give you The whole world from the back of a dirt road farm Scribbled in ink with a big heart a tattoo on my arm I'm talkin' kissin' like crazy, can't shut it down Can't you see how I wanna be the guy that your out with Arm that's your names on Be the lips baby that you wanna put your lips on All day, all night, moonshine, sunrise, your favorite song There's a lot of things in a small town a guy can be But if its by your side for the rest of my life, baby you can call me A wannabe (a wannabe) (a wannabe) Be be a wannabe (a wannabe) Be Be I wanna be the guy you make a life with, picket white fence with Maybe a little later hell even make a baby with Just you and me livin' that life long dream There's a lot of things in a small town a guy can be But if its by your side for the rest of my life Baby you can call me, a wannabe (a wannabe) (a wannabe) Be be You can call me your wannabe (a wannabe) Be Be A wannabe (a wannabe) (a wannabe) Be Be

I don't know how he did the things that he did He could fix anythng with a handful of tools Never missed a bill and raised five kids I used to ride along on jobs i learned lots of things About roofs that leaked to kitchen sinks and everything in between He was a friend he was a father Just an ordinary man But i swear he could work miracles with those two calloused Hands He never made a lot of money but i thought we had a lot And man he tried to change the world in that red pick up truck And that old toolbox He never passed up a chance to help a neighbor out He would work on their cars or cut their grass Even spread the word to those in doubt He was on call day or night it was like he never stopped He kept wrenches pliers, old screwdrivers and a bible in that box He was a friend he was a father Just an ordinary man But i swear he could work miracles with those two calloused Hands He never made a lot of money but we thought we had a lot And man he tried to change the world in that red pick up truck And that old toolbox