were just river kidsPickin' up stones like David didWatchin'

is my kinda townThis is my kinda placeI wouldn't

you don't think that much about lifeYou just live

Prevost heading down to Alabam' (Alabam')I got a three-night

boat, six pack of some' lightA fireball burning up

like these are worth more than goldBut they can't

here, fast is how the grass growsLost is what

asked me once in an interview"What was growing up

got a fast carAnd I want a ticket to

things in life are meant to flyAnd others, they

It's all on me, it’s my mistakeI said "I don't love

a beat comin' from somewhere other than my chestThere's

I know you didn't mean it when you said

cold beer is what we came in here forOne

tornado tore through a Midwest townWasn't nothing in its

1: brought flowers to your door last nightI done

I was fifteen I had running back dreamsBut never

1: Jon scared to meet you 'cause then I

sold every record he ever ownedFloyd and Zeppelin, Beatles,

was a pit mix, she was just skin and