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He was born in the big iron city
Deep in the heart of Dixie, yes he was now
Raised on the good Book
Taught to take a good look at what's going on
His daddy was Birmingham lawman
A servant of the people through and through
They say blood is thicker than water
So the boy got a badge and a suit of blue

Well, it's true all you've heard
I'm living like a gypsy and I can't be cured
Of this homesick blues that I've come down with
I stay out late most every night
In a different state getting high as a kite
'Til I come down I don't realize I've been flying
I suppose you know
I can dig myself a hole

Well,he was a New York attorney
That would take a southern journey
Into places that he'd never been
She was a brunette out of Brooklyn
Fast talkin' and good lookin'
With a body that was made for sin

And she wanted him for marriage

Cadillac on the interstate
Ran a redneck in the ditch
Big city lawyer calls
Says, "Son gonna make you rich"

Just put your shoulder in a sling
And your neck in a brace
We're gonna take his butt to court

All around I hear the sound of money
But I ain't got a nickel to my name
And everywhere I look I see temptation
She stands on every corner and calls my name
Now won't you tell me if you can
'Cause life's so hard to understand
Why's the rich man busy dancing
While the poor man pays the band

My baby knows me better than I do
Funny how a woman has that over a man
I can do anything with her here beside me
Leaning on her is where I make my stand

Where would we be without the love of a woman
Standing behind her man even when he's wrong
The true pure undying love of a woman

As a child I was told that I was destined to be nothing
Growing wild as I got older I fulfilled what had been said
Hiding ignorance and fear I prayed nobody saw me bluffing
But I was laying the foundation for a future I would dread
Yeah

Seems like every choice I made would somehow leave me second-guessing
'Bout the green grass I was passing racing toward the other side

I used to burn it down most every night
Searchin' for trouble, fishin' for a fight
Hopin' to find an open line
I couldn't be persuaded of any other way
Seems the path grew darker with each passin' day
I couldn't find an open line
I was in a tunnel with no light at the end
Darkness closin' in, so close behind

Well I was raised on country classics
Like Roy Acuff and George Jones
Lord I loved to hear 'em
Sing all them old time country songs
But I really got excited 'bout the time I turned 15
That's the first time I heard Waylon and old Bocephus sing
They put some drive in their country that really turned me on

I'm a little rough around the edges
I didn't come out of no GQ magazine
I don't use a lot of big words
But I'm bent on love if you know what I mean
I ain't in'trested in bein' politically correct
I stand right up and say what I believe

I'm a little rough around the edges, but I think I'm exactly what you need

Theres clothes all over the floor
Don't remember them being here before
Smell of perfume is in here
Why's lipstick on mirror
Yet still I don't understand

No pictures left in the hall
Theres three new holes in my wall

Daddies were daddies and mamas were saints
What preachers were preaching
You could take to the bank
Kids played outside
Up until it turned dark
When the world turned slower
And you could smoke in a bar
Trucks took a beating

If you see her out tonight
And she tells you that it's just the lights
That bring her here and not her loneliness
That's what she says but sometimes she forgets

If she tells you she don't need a man
She's had all the comfort she can stand
You best believe every word she says

Well she was born in a north woods town
Twenty-one winters ago
And she grew tired of the freezing cold
And living in the blinding snow
But this girl new she wouldn't be there long
'Cause she had plans and dreams
And she'd seen pictures of the sunshine state
In the pages of the magazine

I've been called a hell-raiser
A honky-tonk trailblazer
A rebel soul for damn near all my life
And when they tried to change me
I never let it phase me
I kept my nose to the grindstone in the barrooms every night
Played the old songs
A few of mine

(Jackson Browne/Glenn Frey)

Well, I've been runnin' down the road
Tryin' to loosen my load
I got seven women on my mind
Four that want to own me
Two that want to stone me
One says she's a friend of mine

I spent years chasin' after
A restless wind callin' out my name
I was wild-eyed and crazy
With a spirit that could not be tamed
I had no direction
Lord knows that I've been lost a time or two
But fate was there to guide me
And lead me down the road to you

Baby you and I been goin crazy
Tangled up in turmoil for too long
There's somethin missin and I'm thinkin maybe
We need to get it back before it's gone
Think of all the time we spend on everybody else
Let's take a little bit and keep it for ourselves

Cause when it feels like you been caught up

I was born and raised where the tall pines grow (way down in Georgia)
Beulah land people like a song with soul (way down in Georgia)
Honeysuckle dancing on the evening breeze (way down in Georgia)
Big Savannah moon full of mystery (way down in Georgia)
Slow and steady walkin', watch the way you're talkin'
Better say your sirs and ma'ams
Not saying that we're better, it's how we're put together
It makes me proud of who I am

Hey Lover
Will we ever win?
Days over
And the war begins

And I don't wanna blame you but I do
And I don't wanna make you think there's something wrong with you
You're the only one I can trust