Lyrics:
32 Below This One S For The Fans

in the crowd That love to rock and turn it up loud We're here to do you proud hey, this one's for the fans This one's for the waitress out there making

in the crowd That love to rock and turn it up loud We're here to do you proud hey, this one's for the fans This one's for the waitress out there making

m walking with you hand in hand But there's only one set of prints in the sand I can watch you for hours with my eyes closed I bought these pearls for

one last time No worries about the noise we'll make Cause it's down an old dirt road no one can find And all these years it's all been the same But after tonight it's

her be Spending all your time out with your toys She don't need a little momma's boy Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah To many nights she's been crying For all

The first time I met you inside one of my many dreams Your voice spoke gently telling my heart what it needs You left me there longing for your gentle

our goodbye's And severed all our ties So now I'm asking you Quit coming around Well I told you last night before I left We were thru, no regrets Woke this

I got this life on the road The perfect life or so I'm told We're just playing for that same old crowd Can't get me down These filled bars and endless

bust my back for every dollar that I make When the weekend comes you'd better get out of my way (chorus) Cause it's time to unwind, gonna settle my nerves Gonna do what this boy, this