Just like the leaves of autumn I've fallen for you You're like a black cloud woman You can never be true When winter turns to springtime You'll leave
Ain't got no cause not a care in the world Got my eyes on a hot-rod girl And I'm gonna show her my sleek mean machine Built on love fueled by gasoline
Smoke another cigarette Reminisce on a girl I met Watch another day pass me bye A country road that takes me home The only place that I've ever known
Like big love, black love, white love, your love Here we go Sit back, hold up, open up, just enjoy the show Like ice cream, whip cream, nasty dreams Do
Hey, everybody out there in the real world Yeah, I'm talkin' to you Have you ever been lonely? Have you ever been blue? Ain't no way to explain it That
I have looked out my window And you know she's no longer there There's an angel standing in her place, well she won't care Couldn't be that easy for her
Violator girl she's the queen of the world She stops traffic with a spin and a twirl Works all day but she lives for the night She got a thing for the
I've got a Trans-Am in primer paint Nobody taught me, I was born this way No silver spoon to feed a 401k On Bourbon Street the girls all scream They callin
A gypsy woman told my fortune, said I'll be rich someday She said I'll be king and ruler, in a land of misery and pain I'm tired of the rain that keeps
eye I ain't got much But what I got is mine And I roll like I roll I roll like I roll I got an open road And a restless soul The Rolling Stones on
Look out here comes another big day Open your eyes be brave Turn up turn down gotta' turn the world around It's so dark you can't see Good news bad news
Everybody feels blue sometimes You gotta keep your head up and keep on trying And if you feel the urge to raise your hand You can start a revolution or
Yeah, Yeah Man Yeah, Yeah Man Gonna get us a bottle of wine, An' head outa on the hills I said we take a little trip through time, That will make us
I gotta hold on as these days go by I keep on falling, you walk away I gave you everything that I had to give Made my sacrifice but you won't let me
Back woods gold And I'm back on the road Playin' moonshine games But the taste is gonna be the same Hotrods to hell And the angels are rollin'
Disappointing change in seasons Cold has come again Streets are flooded with excuses Stories never end People walk in their disillusion Wading through
Mamma married a big asshole Whiskey bottles on the floor He just keeps on watchin' TV Stepchild tired of being poor Kitchen smells like rotten garbage
ya little taste of Heaven And he only wants to hold your hand Because I know, you know and he knows I'm your Cherry Poppin' Daddy man Good God, Cherry