Nobody can tell you There's only one song worth singing They may try and sell you 'Cause it hangs them up To see someone like you But you gotta make your own kind of music Sing your own special song Make your own kind of music Even if nobody else sings along You're gonna be nowhere The loneliest kind of lonely It may be rough going Just to do your thing is the hardest thing to do But you gotta make your own kind of music Sing your own special song Make your own kind of music Even if nobody else sings along So if you cannot take my hand (take my hand) And if you must be going, I will understand 'Cause you gotta make your own kind of music Sing your own special song Make your own kind of music Even if nobody else sings along You gotta make your own kind of music Sing your own special song Make your own kind of music Even if nobody else sings along Even if nobody else sings along If nobody else sings along

I got a job, and my name's Joe Spend my days at the Texaco Never show up late Never show up drunk 'Cause when I get half lit, I'm a loaded gun Made a couple of wrong turns, did county time I do everything I can to stay between the lines I got a couple of good buddies that all stop in Say "it's good to see you brother, man, how you been?" I can't complain, I'm doin' alright Sleepin' pretty good, staying dry Thank the Lord every mornin' with a sweet Amen For how far I've come from, where I been So here's to good days, better tomorrows And a light, at the end of the bottle Some battles are fought on foreign shores And some are fought behind closed doors Some fall from grace Some lose their wings Some find the peace, salvation brings I got a couple of good buddies that all stop in Say "it's good to see you brother, man, how you been?" I can't complain, I'm doin' alright Sleepin' pretty good, staying dry Thank the Lord every mornin' with a sweet Amen For how far I've come from, where I been So here's to good days, better tomorrows And a light, at the end of the bottle Here's to good days, here's to livin' And here's to old sins, being forgiven And a bunch of good buddies that all drop in Say "it's good to see you brother, man, how you been?" I can't complain, I'm doin' alright Sleepin' pretty good, staying dry Thank the Lord every mornin' with a sweet Amen For how far I've come from, where I been So here's to good days, better tomorrows And a light, at the end of the bottle At the end of the bottle

There are stars in the southern sky Southward as you go There is moonlight and moss in the trees Down the Seven Bridges Road Now I have loved you like a baby Like some lonesome child And I have loved you in a tame way And I have loved you wild Sometimes there's a part of me Has to turn from here and go Runnin' like a child from these warm stars Down the Seven Bridges Road There are stars in the southern sky And if e'er you decide you should go There is a taste of thyme-sweetened honey Down the Seven Bridges Road