Never enough money in the bank There's never enough gas in the tank Can you feel me? Can you hear me? There's never enough bullets in the clip There's never enough whiskey on your lips Is there baby? Don't it drive you crazy? Never enough, never enough Flame in your eyes and fire in your touch The stronger the drug, the longer the rush When it...Learn More

My kind of country has a Trump and a JFK (ooh sunshine) An N-double-ACP and a NRA (ooh sunshine) My kind of country has a place where the buffalo roam A Buddy Guy, old Biggie and a Sly and the Family Stone My kind of country has a George Jones, crazy and wild Drinking White Lightning like it was going out of style My kind of country has a Waylon...Learn More

I live my life on the edge Party like a rock star Pedal to the floor And it doesn't matter how far Ain't nobody stopping me Ain't nobody stopping me Shakedown, takedown, breakdown It's in the air, can you feel it tonight? Huh Shakedown, takedown, breakdown Somebody gon' get it tonight (come on) I'm the cold cash money kid making mistakes The...Learn More

Well I guess I'm fucking fifty Some say I'm old as fuck Still sipping Jim Beam whiskey 'Cause goddamn pandemic suck I guess I'm fucking fifty No need to look it up Well I might be fucking fifty But I still don't give one fuck Well I guess I'm fucking fifty But I'm still standing tall Even though I can't hear shit I can't see and I'm going bold I...Learn More

Sing a song for the sinners Sing a song for the saints The ones still living And the ones that ain't Sing a song for the lonely Sing a song for truth Sing along with me, baby And I'll sing along with you Rocking like a boat out on the water Rocking like the records we used to play Rocking to a little Bob Seeger and Marvin Gaye Rocking, rocking my...Learn More

The sun is falling but love's still calling Put on that red dress, baby knows Old saddle shoes Your eyes are sparkling You look lovely darling And I can't take my eyes off you One last time, I wanna spin you around Rock-n-rolling Driving like it's stolen Put our worries in the rear view, babe And fall in love again, yeah Drinking and...Learn More

I'm gonna dig deeper, tall guns, the smoke weaver You young punks are stunned, so I'ma gonna make you all believers You bottom feeders and social media sluts I'm still the salt and the swing, the king of don't give a fuck Famalam, I don't give a damn (hey) Uncle Sam, I still love this man Yes ma'am, I know you like it hot So let's ride I'ma gonna...Learn More

I don't hang with snowflakes, big fakes or suck-ups I roll with the gangsters, rednecks and fuck-ups Dropping them caddies and jacking them trucks up Hunting and fishing, you know what's up Hanging these bucks up, straight Boone and Crockett Rocking the mic just like white chocolate Been the game since we was flipping cassettes And you still ain't...Learn More

I'm tired and ain't been sleeping And right now I'm barely breathing Reaching for you but you're not there I miss your conversation The way you taste, your smiling face and These pictures hurt when I sit and stare And oh, you're so beautiful to me And I have been so blind I couldn't see I've been lying to you baby I've been dying inside...Learn More

I got them womens, I got my friends I got that fuck you money that I ain't afraid to spend I got the hook 'em, I got the juice A big-ass honky tonk and tonight I'm busting loose So what I'm drunk? That ain't no crime I got a bad reputation for a real good time, woo I'm in the papers, I'm in the news Fuck all the haters and them iPhone camera...Learn More

I remember I was eight years old With a blank tape waiting by the radio Come on man, play Back in Black I wanna play it back on repeat I remember Panama City Long nights with the girl named Christy She took me down to the Paradise City Then up on Cripple Creek There's still something 'bout a guitar cranked up Head banging to the beat of the bass...Learn More

Well, I'd turn on the radio If they were playing songs Instead of talking politics How everything is going wrong Yeah, I heard somebody popped too many pills Man, it must be tough having money and living in Beverly Hills Well, just give me some cold beer That's all I need I'll stir up some fire logs And the set the campfire ashes free Into the...Learn More