her at the bus stop eyein' me Hot as hell but as fly as can be, yes she was, yes she was I invited her in to take a ride with me Ripping that side they
real royal lady, true patron of the arts Said the best country singers die in the back of classic cars So if I ever got too hungry for a suitcase or guitar
Mars And you can't see me I might as well be the man on the moon You can't hear me Oh, can you feel me so close And yet so far Baby, I might as well
then over the moon Tell it to me, tell it to me, tell it to me Lord Tell it to me, tell it to me, tell it to me Lord Tell it to me, tell it to me, tell
pie I suppose that I shouldn't lie, it's the only reason I came by tonight Fly me to the moon and let me play among the stars Let me see what spring
it hot I step into a room you can hear a pin drop Now I know you know, I rocked a lot of tunes Ryhme so high, I fly ya to the moon Don't try to take me
your top and don't quote me wrong I said this one here is what we call a good crowd Roof caught fire, whole block got took out Whoever's on after me
out at the stars when she writes songs on that guitar. And every song you write without me, just another sad song to me. And every song you write without me
fly tonight Come on, baby, let's dance the night away Sugar pie, you sure fly high Make me feel like the fourth of July Bump my head right up against the moon
it hot I step into a room you could hear a pin drop Now I know you know I rocked alot of tunes Ryhme so high, I fly ya to the moon Don't try to take me
rocky mountains Ride my horse and watch an eagle fly I gotta live my life and write my songs beneath these western skies And when I die you can bury me
words, oh, sacred child. You're soon to leave this She heard her master call.] world defiled." "Then what awaits me my lord?" "Trust me my child, your
sway in the breeze To the lonesome sound of a redbone hound Howlin' at the moon and the trees There's a sad eyed boy with his guitar Cuttin' his teeth
last time you saw me I wasn't this cool And I'm hangin' out in Mexico down by the pool In Cabo, Cabo San Lucas If I send you a ticket, would you fly in
We would fly from star to star on our wedding trip I'd take my old guitar along and we would softly croon On our journey through the sky and headed for the moon
awoke with a start There the train comin' back on the oneway track going to take me away from here [ guitar ] As she was passin' by I caught her on the fly
called Begin extra And the night swallows itself You can see it in the stars The moon blinks it's tired eyes I may be a thousand miles to nowhere Does that make me
call me a lunatic. Ok, call me a lunatic. If I stand on my own, so be it. 'Cause I have wings. Yes, I can fly Around the moon And far beyond the