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
: There's a new day on the horizon There's a rising in the air Somewhere somebody's tryin' to tell me they care So I'm a lift my head to a new day Plant
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
: (feat. Sheryl Crow & Bob Seger) You're no angel, I'm no saint, if we were We wouldn't be in this place tonight Lost and lonely, scared and confused
: 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
: The lakes and pines they bleed of beauty and grace And the rivers they run wild like an endless race The forests soar so high then fall to the sea
: 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
t you look back, just Rock on, baby rock on You ain't got nothing to lose, that ain't already gone Cuz trapped in these blues, ain't where you belong So baby rock
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
: Day by day my life gets colder My eyes close thin as I get older Pieces pieces, bloody and bruised I feel so helpless and confused Cause I hear screamin
'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
: I been livin' like a drunken sailor Playin' in a rock 'n roll band Far from a failure, I feel like a brand new man Smoking like a fiend and schemin
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
: Mmmm I love it when you play it like that Come on... Play Sittin' here alone I'm lookin' back on where I've roamed And laughing how I swore I'd win
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
Now who's gonna give me some sugar tonight Whoo woo Whoo woo Now who's gonna give me some sugar tonight Whoo woo Whoo woo They call me Shotgun Bobby, 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
get to New Orleans someone's gonna treat me right Said in a town like New Orleans someone gonna treat me right All the cats in the cradle gonna rock this kid
