Robert's got a quick hand. He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan. He's got a rolled cigarette, hanging out his mouth he's a cowboy kid
Rise above gonna start a war Whatcha want whatcha need whatcha come here for Well an eye for an eye and an F for fight Takin me down is a prisoners right
Call it what you want Call it what you want I said just call it what you want Call it what you want Yeah, we're locked up in ideas We like to label everything
Now I understand upon myself Never want again in the way I said it I don't know what the plan is but you can share With me Cause I'll be listening ear
Yet again I'm hustling, hustling, hustling Yet again I'm hustling, hustling, hustling Yet again I'm hustling, hustling, hustling But I can't seem to catch
Well I've been just I've been a bug unknown I know all about it but my heart is strong I've been away been running to save my head Yeah the warrants
I'll hold your hand when you are feeling mad at me When the monsters they wont go, The windows, they wont close, I'll pretend to see what you see How
Forget your problems Lay it down and start up In a sense of what you are Is what I want I've ran my colors Dripped down and drained out Tried a millions
Sometimes life it takes you by the hand. It puts you down before you know it It's gone and you're dead again. I've been in places and I won't pretend
Walk a little walk, smile, talk big thoughts Gonna tell them all just what I want That street, two streets, I see you and me Hanging on the empty swings
-dah Blacksmith lived on the other side of town Oh do-dah day Well I'm gwan to run all night Yes I'm gwan to run all day I think Stephen Foster
Baby, it's a scary old world we're living in Sometimes it hard to tell who's really your friend But there's not much that I'm sure of but one thing's
Well, I don't know where this is going baby It's good, it's easy, it's hard and it's crazy But it sure feels right Yeah it sure feels right Hey, it feels
I know just what you're talking about We've all got hopes and dreams and doubts When your heart is on the line Some walk, the walk, some just like flirting
I can hear the wind whisper my name Tellin? me it?s time to head out again My horses are trailered and the lights are shutdown I?m long overdue for headin
Miss Laura fed the hungry in the church house basement After she'd retired from teaching school She'd pick my son up in her arms on Sundays To teach him
There's a curve in the highway, just south of town Where a man has pulled over to figure life out With only his conscience and the lonesome sound Of diesels
