into the wild blue yonder So many thoughts to sit and ponder 'Bout life and love and lack of And this emptiness in my heart Too old to be wild and free
the joy and pain that living brings Don't we all want the same thing Freedom, sweet freedom It's what the junkie needs that the needle can't give The oppressed and
was fought And it's never been forgotten It's twenty miles to the interstate There's a Burger King and a Motel 8 And the only thing between here and there is cotton And
The body's a temple, that's what we're told I've treated this one like an old honky-tonk Greasy cheeseburgers and cheap cigarettes One day they'll get
Sellin' peas and homemade syrup Cantaloupes and Elvis shirts Braggin' on future plans With whiskey breath and shaky hands I meet a lot of wannabes Dreamin' big and
Yeah but I can't be alone Standing underneath this broke streetlight Can't somebody take me home Can't somebody take me home Won't you take me home Kenny Chesney
t seen in a while And can't help but smile And it's two bare feet on the dashboard Young love and an old Ford Cheap shades and a tattoo And a Yoo-Hoo
the bottom of a bottle That's well within my reach And the heart that you broke will soon be a joke As soon as he and I meet Oh forgettin's cheap in
some friends I know: The road and the radio The road and the radio The road and the radio Mmmm-mmm-mmm ... The road and the radio The road and the radio
Every now and then I get a little lost My strings all get tangled, my wires all get crossed Every now and then I'm right up on the edge Dangling my toes
Sunny days seem to hurt the most I wear the pain like a heavy coat I feel you everywhere I go I see your smile, I see your face I hear you laughing in
you chase your dreams? Settle down with a family I wonder what would you name your babies? Some days the sky's so blue I feel like I can talk to you And
the wild blue yonder So many thoughts to sit and ponder about life and love and the lack of and this emptiness in my heart. Too old to be wild and free
joy and pain that living brings Don't we all want the same thing Freedom, sweet freedom It's what the junkie needs that the needle can't give The oppressed and
the Civil War was fought And it's never been forgotten It's twenty miles to the interstate There's a Burger King and a Motel 8 And the only thing 'tween here and
' peas and homemade syrup, Cantaloupes and Elvis shirts Braggin' on future plans with whiskey breath and shaky hands I meet a lot of wannabes, dreamin' big and