Well living in the city puts a lock on your door Oh yeah Uh huh huh And you can't appreciate little Things no more Oh yeah Uh huh huh I can be Jack and
BLAME IT ON THE DEVIL BLAME IT ON THE TREE BLAME IT ON THE STORY THAT THEY DIDNT BELIEVE THAT KIND OF HUNGER AINT SATISFIED EASILY SHE BLAMED IT ON ADAM
You know a second is just a second Barely time to catch your breath I reckon But that's a long, long time to live without your love You know a minute
Once I was happy and had a good wife I had enough money to last me my life Then I met a girl and we went on a spree She taught me smokin' and drinkin
I was walkin down the Highway My thumb out in the air I'd argued with my father And thought he didn't care It was cold and I was angry As I cursed his
When I was a young man, my daddy told me a lesson he learned a long time ago if you want to have some-one to hold onto your gonna have to learn to let
Friday night bout ten o'clock Packed house, line around the block The bands rockin' the dance floors full Their crankin' up the speed on the mechanical
She had a hole in her blue jeans That was perfect for sliding my finger in And touching her skin She had a record collection from Sinatra to Queen She
My daddy threw me a set of keys and said Look outside and my heart skipped a beat When I saw what was sittin' in our front drive That old Ford was as
Strap yourself in Hang on for the ride Dirts gonna fly Grounds gonna shake tonight You don't have to look far "Cause it's right here in your back yard
Well I really had a ball last night I held all the pretty girls tight I was feelin' single seein' double I wound up in a whole lot of trouble And today
Every night before I go to sleep I thank the lord down on my knees For the bare necessities Food, water, shelter, love We're so busy judging right from
I kinda took my uncle?s old tray back My mind was made and my bags were packed And that GPS was set for Tenant Creek No books to keep no business suit
Good times are worth More than money any day That's what I always say Good friends are worth More than money in the bank That's what I always say That
We were barely seventeen Two kids with the grown up dream Of a perfect love Foolin' round in my first car Careful not to go too far That's how it was
Grandpa had a piano it was built in 1904 He brought it down from Sydney town before the First World War He'd sit down and crack his knuckles put his
I guess you could say we've been through a lot And we stuck with each other like it or not But there's nothing like friends to make you feel alive We
We head outta town In a convoy of utes Covered in stickers and dirt Hats go on and we're going off To party for all we're worth People say they can't
