Letras:
Kid Rock

in Ibiza line up for the big hand out. You'll never know unless you try what winning's all about be a quizz kid. Be a whizz kid. Six days later there

bitch Tuesday's such a bother Wednesday's like watchin' dead flowers grow Thursday ain't for shit Friday's getting hotter But on Saturday night you know We let it rock

: Well, I guess I'm freaking forty, I can't say that I am thrilled I never dated or known a writer, I'll probably never will. Well I guess I'm freaking

: Like a deer in the headlights, I stood frozen in my tracks And the weight of the news, It nearly broke my back It was late September, and I remember

to you! A smoke filled fever in a low-lit room A pocket full of pain and a bag of doom Some high cotton, fat bottom, bad rockin' hundred proof Come on

's all sex, drugs, rock n roll A soul sensation that you can't control And you can see I practice what I preach I'm your rock n roll Jesus Yes I am Been

not thinking 'bout tomorrow Singing Sweet home Alabama all summer long Singing Sweet home Alabama all summer long Catching Walleye from the dock Watching the waves roll off the rocks

to steer yourself Without that someone else to take the wheel Take the wheel (Chorus) Do you believe in the art of growing old Do you believe that rock

: From hard luck tricks To trust fund freaks Bathroom stalls to penthouse suites I been around I been around From the bottom of the barrel To the cream