1: Elvis must be lights burning brighter somewhereGot to

in my daddy's truckEight years old and acting toughHe

never liked the taste of whiskey til I kissed

red, red, red, red, red, red, red, 1:

sits above the mantle on a couple rusty nailsAnd

I'm going to be famous, do I have talent,

it's sunny in Seattle and it's snowing down in New

played some Stones and Skynyrd songsLast night on the

remember vividly what that vision did to meYou layin'

by little, now, babeI've come a long, long wayPicking

down the interstateRunning thirty minutes lateSinging Margaritaville and minding

I coulda met you youngerGot a jump on callin'

1: Todd like to get you in a compromising

got good heartsWith the burning desire to work hardThey

Some nights, it's whiskeySipping on a strong fifth of fix meSinging

1: Ian hand lighters, headlight dreamersBackseat players, windshield singersSmall

1: Gwen always been a rollin' stoneWith a reckless

on a plane, I'm at a barAnd I'm just

heard your sad song on the radio playingYou found

She's faced the hardest times you could imagineAnd many times her