That's my girl right? This ain't my girl, this my nigga That's my nigga right there (that's my nigga right there) That's my nigga right there (that's my nigga right there) That's my nigga right there (that's my nigga right there) Before the sex pop off she rub my back, rub my back (shawty rub my back) She never gone for long she be right back, be right back (shawty be right back) And she keep a bag full of goodies Her love's baked up like pillsbury cookies (oh yeah) It ain't about the Benz or the Money She's my bee, I'm her honey Man that's my homie And she got me playin' in her hair And I fell like an outwork boxer in the very first round Got me playin in her hair Tried to keep my guard up, but she caught me and I'm goin down Got me playin in her hair, eh, hair, eh, hair, eh Playin in her hair, eh, hair, eh, hair, eh Playin in her hair, eh, hair, eh, hair, eh Playin in her hair, eh, hair, eh, hair, eh Got me playin in her hair, eh, hair, eh, hair, eh Playin in her hair, eh, hair, eh, hair, eh Playin in her hair, eh, hair, eh, hair, eh Playin in her hair, eh, hair, eh, hair, eh. See I love this girl, she's all I need And right now anything she want she can get it from me, me, me And she do her thing, when I come around And even when I'm not(not)up in the spot shawty hold me down, down, down Before the sex pop off she rub my back, rub my back (shawty rub my back) She never gone for long she be right back, be right back (shawty be right back) And she keep a bag full of goodies Her love's baked up like pillsbury cookies (oh yeah) It ain't about the Benz or the money She's my bee, I'm her honey Man that's my homie And she got me playin' in her And I fell like an outwork boxer in the very first round Got me playin in her hair Tried to keep my guard up, but she caught me and I'm goin down Got me playin in her hair, eh, hair, eh, hair, eh Playin in her hair, eh, hair, eh, hair, eh Playin in her hair, eh, hair, eh, hair, eh Playin in her hair, eh, hair, eh, hair, eh Got me playin in her hair, eh, hair, eh, hair, eh Playin in her hair, eh, hair, eh, hair, eh Playin in her hair, eh, hair, eh, hair, eh Playin in her hair, eh, hair, eh, hair, eh. All my girls in the club, club Gone get ya hands up, lemme get a Ay And if you sippin on Patron Frames on ya face Get ya hands up, lemme get a Ay Lemme get a Ay (Ay) Lemme get a Ay (Ay) Lemme get a Ay (Ay) (A T L A N T A G A dat where I stay) Lemme get a Ay (Ay) Lemme get a Ay (Ay) Lemme get a Ay (Ay) (A T L A N T A G A dat where I stay)

Try to keep my mind on the present time My pride on the task at hand If I let it slip too far behind I might start not givin' a damn I throw a lot of irons in the fire Keep my heart from getting cold Ain't none of us ever gettin' any younger All we ever gonna do is get old No, I never grow up I'll never slow down If you can't hear the train whistle Listen up, 'cause it's leavin' town A rollin' stone don't gather moss Like a broken record don't play It's easy to listen But if you ain't lived it I guess it's just words on a page Ain't no reason in the settin' sun I find rhyme in the moonshine Ain't no way of knowing where I'm goin' 'Cause there ain't no end to the line No, I'll never grow up I'll never slow down He can't hear the train whistle Listen up, 'cause it's leavin' town No, I'll never grow up I'll never slow down If you can't hear the train whistle Listen up 'cause it's leavin' town No, I'll never grow up I'll never slow down If you can't hear the train whistle Listen up, 'cause it's leavin' town No, I'll never slow up I ain't tryin' to get found If you're playin' on the tracks Watch your back 'fore ya get run down Yeah, if you're playin' on the tracks Watch your back 'fore ya get run down

Give a big hand For the boys in the band who can do everything better than me An overnight success, just from banging on their chest As we cheer beneath the glass ceiling We've only ever dreamt of the majority they represent Who could get away with anything Normalise the way they behave after they avert the blame Pretend there's no special treatment The boys, the boys, the boys, the boys The band, the band that made them The blood, the sweat, the tears, the noise The cause, the rumours, the privilege Give a big hand to the boys in the band As they try to work a crowd They're local heroes I've heard, but the lines are getting blurred You gotta say they're not safe to be around Raising a glass to the boys who got this far Without being called out for anything From the tactics of all connecting They resolve into flirting 'Cause we seperate the art from the artist The boys, the boys, the boys, the boys The band, the band that made them The blood, the sweat, the tears, the noise The cause, the rumours, the privilege The boys, the boys, the boys, the boys The band, the band that made them The blood, the sweat, the tears, the noise The cause, the rumours, the privilege The boys, the boys, the boys, the boys The band, the band that made them The blood, the sweat, the tears, the noise The cause, the rumours, the privilege Hide your drink from the boys in music Before you pass out in their limousine 'Cause you're really a fool You've always been looked as a fool Are you sure you're gonna drag it again?

Yeah, I'm King Shit That's what I thought When I was young I knew everything Till my know-it-all Found out I didn't know too much So I had a big piece of humble pie I bought a ticket to a show Found a new perspective Some brand-new friends And I found my first real home We all put our pants on one leg at a time Aw, the struggle's real So here's the deal Ain't no one gettin' out alive So we dance all night (Dance all night) A little pickin' too (A little pickin' too) We take the weight of the world And lift it right up off of you (That's what we do) Oh you got a broken heart Just need to get away for a good time I got good news That's what me and the boys in the band Were born to do, ah ooh You can spend your whole life However you see fit Writing at a desk, diggin' in a ditch Whose ass you gotta kiss? So come on now, a-jump right in 'Cause life goes by so fast How many summers do you have left Before you're pushing up the grass? Come and dance all night (Dance all night) Do some pickin' too (A little pickin' too) Take the weight of the world And lift it right up off of you It's just what we do You got a broken heart Just need to get away for a good time I got good news That's what me and the boys in the band Were born to do We all put our pants on one leg at a time Aw, the struggle's real So here's the deal Ain't no one gettin' out alive So we dance all night (Dance all night) Do some pickin' too (A little pickin' too) We take the weight of the world And lift it right up off of you It's just what we do You got a broken heart You just need to get away for a good time I got good news That's what me and the boys in the band Were born to do Come and dance all night (Dance all night) Do some pickin' too (A little pickin' too) Take the weight of the world And lift it right up off of you It's just what we do You got a broken heart And just need to get away for a good time I got good news That's what me and the boys in the band Were born to do, ah-ooh

Well, I'm on my way, to the city life To a pretty face that shines her light on the city nights And I gotta catch a noon train I gotta be there on time Oh, it feels so good to know she waits at the end of the line Swee-ee-eet, sweet city woman I can see your face, I can hear your voice, I can almost touch you Swee-ee-eet, sweet city woman Oh, my banjo and me, we got a feel for singin', yeah, yeah Bon c'est bon, bon bon c'est bon, bon Bon c'est bon, bon, bon, bon, bon Bon c'est, bon, bon bon c'est bon, bon Bon c'est bon, bon, bon, bon, bon So long ma, so long pa, so long neighbors and friends Like a country mornin', all snuggled in dew Ah she's got a way to make a man feel shiny and new And she sing in the evenin', oh familiar tunes And she feeds me love and tenderness and macaroons Swee-ee-eet, sweet city woman I can see your face, I can hear your voice, I can almost touch you Swee-ee-eet, sweet city woman Oh, my banjo and me, we got a feel for singin' Da da da da da da Da da da da da da Swee-ee-eet, sweet city woman (oh, she's my) Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet city woman Swee-ee-eet, sweet city woman (woah my) Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet city woman (everybody) Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet city woman (ba da da da, ba da da da) Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet city woman (ba da da da, ba da da da) Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet city woman (ba da da da, ba da da da) Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet city woman (ba da da da, ba da da da) Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet city woman (ba da da da, ba da da da) Sweet, sweet, sweet

Oh, my lady I'm alone, yet feel your presence in the night Oh, my lady Through the storm I felt your fire, saw your light Oh, my lady I said lady, I can feel That soon my lady will be real And ain't it like walkin' out after the pourin' rain To meet the morning train Oh, my lady There will be time for reflection and for play Oh, my lady Well, a darker night will dawn a brighter day Oh, my lady I said lady, I can feel That soon my lady will be real And ain't it like walkin' out after the pourin' rain To meet the morning train And life being what it is She'll be 'round in time And time changing like it does Oh, won't change my mind About my lady, so real I said, my lady can feel And ain't it like walkin' out through the pourin' rain To meet the morning train Oh, my lady I said lady, I can feel That soon my lady will be real And ain't it like walkin' out after the pourin' rain To meet the morning train Well, in the morning rain Oh, my lady

Typing letters to the dead Late at night on a closed piano lid She circles past She fills your glass But she don't recognise the song And once in a life time she says The waking life Stitched together in your head Well, what if it's only worth The bundle of nerves it's written on? And I don't need these arms anymore I don't need this heart, now to love I don't need this skin and bones At all There's a way you've always known her Telephone between her cheek and her shoulder And eyes like crystal balls That just won't shutup About the future of the future Ramona was a waitress All but made of information In a bar under the third bridge She says she's looking forward To living forever And I won't need these arms anymore I won't need this heart, not alone I won't need this skin and bones At all At all, at all, at all, at all, at all Ramona was a waitress

I said a hey, hey, hey, yeah (I said a hey, hey, hey, yeah) I said a hey, hey, hey, yeah (I said a hey, hey, hey, yeah) A come on everybody take a trip with me On down the Mississippi down to new orleans They got a honeysuckel droopin' on a honeysuckel vine And a love is a growin' there all the time Well every southern bell is a Mississippi queen Down the Mississippi down to New Orleans I said a hey, hey, hey, yeah (I said a hey, hey, hey, yeah) Well look out, hey, hey, yeah (Well look out, hey, hey, yeah) A come on everybody down to Basin Street Listen to the music of the dixieland beat Well the magnolia blossems fill the air Said you ain't been to heaven till you been down there They got rich moss hangin' from a big oak tree Down the Mississippi down to New Orleans Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa I said a hey, hey, hey, yeah (I said a hey, hey, hey, yeah) I said a hey, hey, hey, yeah (I said a hey, hey, hey, yeah) Well come on everybody take a trip with me On down the Mississippi down to New Orleans Well the honeysuckel droopiun' on a honeysuckel vine And love is a growin' there all the time Well every southern bell is a Mississippi queen Down the Mississippi down to New Orleans Down the Mississippi down to New Orleans Down the Mississippi down to New Orleans Down the Mississippi down to New Orleans

Mmm-mmm Mmm-mmm Carry me Home to Birmingham To my Sarah-Ann To where I grew a man Mmm-mmm carry me Away from this old war I don't wanna fight no more I just wish it would end Mmm-mmm [CHORUS] Here I'm tied down and homesick And that old wind just blows so freely Why can't it take me along Mmm-mmm carry me With you ramblin' wind It's the place you've been I wish I was home again Mmm-mmm Mmm-mmm [BREAK:] (humming on top) [CHORUS] Here I'm tied down and homesick And that old wind just blows so freely Why can't it take me along Mmm-mmm carry me Home to Alabam To Sarah's homemade jam To old red mountain land Mmm-mmm carry me With you ramblin' wind It's the place you've been I wish I was home again Mmm-mmm Mmm-mmm