I got a hundred and sixty acres in the valley Got a hundred and sixty acres of the best Got an old stove there that'll cook three square And a bunk where I can lay me down to rest. Up at dawn to greet the sun I've forgotten what a care or worry means Head for home when day is done With my pocket money jinglin' in my jeans. I've got a hundred and sixty acres full of sunshine Got a hundred and sixty million stars above Got an old paint hoss, I'm the guy who's boss On the hundred and sixty acres that I love! Up at dawn to greet the sun I've forgotten what a care or worry means Head for home when day is done With my pocket money jinglin' in my jeans. I've got a hundred and sixty acres full of sunshine Got a hundred and sixty million stars above Got an old paint hoss, I'm the guy who's boss On the hundred and sixty acres that I love! Got an old paint hoss, I'm the guy who's boss On the hundred and sixty acres that I love!

Green acres is the place to be Farm living is the life for me Land spreading out so far and wide Keep Manhattan, just give me that countryside New York is where I'd rather stay I get allergic smelling hay I just adore a penthouse view The chores, the stores, fresh air, times square Green acres is the place to be Farm living is the life for me Land spreading out so far and wide Keep Manhattan, just give me that countryside I love my wife, goodbye city life Green Acres take me there

Ten thousand acres of lonesome Five hundred miles all filled up with pain Can you see the black birds They've been flying Look at me, I'm crying again Look at me, I'm hurting While time's just working it's game on me You know some folks They just can't win for trying Look at me, I'm crying again I've got a dollar in my pocket It won't help me much In bringing back your love But if you're selling heartache then I'm buying Look at me, I'm crying again Ten thousand acres of worry I've had my sins one dozen at a time I hurt so bad that you would think I'm dying Look at me, I'm crying again Look at me, I'm losing While she's just doing Anything she please Don't you know that it's my knot you're tying Look at me, I'm crying again Would you look at me, I'm crying again

Howling at the field The clearest of days Where does that hound run? Were you even listening? Were you riding with me? Were you even listening? TRX 250 Trust in your machine The kick and the wheeze That hauls for the winter Were you even listening? Were you riding with me? Were you even listening? TRX 250 Trusted friend Tell me what you need Why would you stay here? Were you even listening? Were you riding with me? Were you even listening? TRX 250

I was thinkin' 'bout you crossin' southern Alberta Canola fields on a July day About the same chartreuse as that '69 Bug You used to drive around San Jose Never knew where my old white Lincoln might take me Party on wheels with suicide doors Bring the kids and the dogs and your grandma, too We always had room for more 'Til that white-knuckle ride back from Santa Cruz Second-best surfer on the Central Coast Had you wrapped up all the way back to Los Gatos And I coulda cut his throat And it wasn't like we were an item to start with It had no basis in fact But the whiskey could push me to sudden extremes I don't want to think about that I don't want to think about that Take my hand, Marie Take a death grip on some part of me Keep me from driftin' far out to sea Or I'll be lost out there We all filtered away with the days gettin' shorter Seekin' our place in the greater scheme Kids and careers and a vague sense of order A-bustin' apart at the seams I heard you switched coasts, moved in with your sister I doubt you'd have called it "familial bliss" We met up in Brooklyn before it went hipster You carried your keys in your fist In a way-back corner of a cross-town bus We were hidin' out under my hat Cashin' in on a thirty-year crush You can't be young and do that You can't be young and do that Take my hand, Marie Take a death grip on some part of me Keep me from driftin' far out to sea Or I'll be lost out there Or I'll be lost out there I was thinkin' 'bout you crossin' southern Alberta Canola fields at harvest time Looked like tumbleweeds all raked up into rows In brown rusty contour lines And there's not much movin' on the romance radar Not that I'm cravin' it all that much But I still need to feel every once in a while The warmth of a smile and a touch In a way-back corner of a cross-town bus We were hidin' out under my hat Cashin' in on a thirty-year crush You can't be young and do that You can't be young and do that You can't be young and do that You can't be young and do that Take my hand, Marie Take a death grip on some part of me Keep me from driftin' far out to sea Or I'll be lost out there Or I'll be lost out there I'll be lost out there

The in-laws are waiting the games have begun The cell phone keeps ringing

I've had enough of this small town bullshit I'm not stayin' in school I'm makin' good dough workin' with my brother Cleanin' out pools I'm going out to California And man it won't be long As soon as I get my license Color me gone Oh knock it off Johnny Man, your livin' in your head You ain't even got a car And those chicks don't believe a word ya said But you're doin' all the talkin' So I just keep quiet And this'll probably go no where But I can't blame ya for tryin' It's just us kids hangin' round the park at night Hangin' round 'neath the vapor light We got no drugs and we got no guns Not even botherin' anyone I don't have to wear a necktie I don't have to punch a clock I started up a dot com company And man it rocks Won't you come with me down to Mexico In the winter with some friends? My divorce will be final Along about then Meanwhile I got a gram and a real good ride And don't you know I hurt way down inside? Just us kids in the parking lot Out here givin' it all we got We don't want to get old and die And there ain't nothing we wouldn't try Ya know we could really have it all Our kid's gonna graduate next fall I could take retirement in 10 years It's a damn short movie How'd we ever get here? [Repeat x2] Just us kids hangin' out today Watchin' our long hair turnin' gray Not so skinny maybe not so free Not so many as we used to be [Repeat x3] Not so skinny maybe not so free Not so many as we used to be

The hurricane party's windin' down And we're all waitin' for the end And I don't want another drink I only want that last one again He gave me such a fine glow, smokin' slow Now I should probably be homeward-bound There's just no one to talk to when the lines go down I guess that in the morning I'll go Lookin' for my grey-striped cat My old house can take the weather So I'm not too concerned about that It was built to take the wind back in nineteen-and-ten When this was one damned fine town But now there's no one to talk to when the lines go down Candles flickered on the back bar And the building was shakin' with the wind I bought a whiskey for the gypsy And she turned my leather back into skin Just a fleeting sense of that rare suspense I once thought made the world go round But now there's no one to talk to when the lines go down Open up your back screen door Let me see your face once more My hands are cold and my feet so sore And I can't go on this way And the thoughts come too fast And too many to keep count Best just to let 'em on through Now I'm breaking those ol' glass insulators with my old 22 Off the telephone polls as a half dollar rolls Across the knuckles of a rodeo clown There's just no one to talk to when the lines go down My one great love, my God, I can feel her still She ran off to California and now she's living In those Hollywood hills With some bullfrog prince I've not seen her since Though she calls when he's out of town And there's no one to talk to when the lines go down Open up your back screen door Let me in your space once more I was looking for an easy score But it just don't work that way Some insurance man biker Is yellin' out for one more beer But a part-time pirate just can't get Much respect around here We got our problems too Man we'll get to you In just a minute, sit your drunk ass down Yeah, there's no one to talk to when the lines go down Now there's water up past the wheel wells of my Ford And I don't guess that it'll run But I left a pack of Winston's on the dash Could you fetch 'em for me son? The morning's first cigarette, that's as good as it gets All day, I should know by now That there's no one to talk to when the lines go down