don't play rock and roll Nice boys don't play rock and roll Nice boys don't play rock and roll Nice boys don't play rock and roll Nice boys don't play
broken heart Heartbreak like liquor in an open scar So bizarre, roll thick like smokers tar Tell me who can rock parties with no guitar And if I ain't
nachos Fly out the cove, land in the heat where New York to Miami bitch Bitch, I'm in the life of a hood star, rock star without the guitar Got em'
me that I'm to sensitive But I didn't ask for sympathy All I wanted was to love you softly With the sweet, sweet rock 'n' roll playing on the radio I tried hard to fight
cause you know there'll come a time When you gotta lay it, lay it, lay it You gotta lay it on the line I remember those hard times I always had to fight
, oh, yeah Well, I'm a big dog daddy, you know my face And the joint starts rockin' when I walk in the place Band starts thumpin' those rhythm guitars
my mind at ease And i, don't really know what to do, one look and I find myself in love with you Miss alayna so why no man can contain ya Strum my guitar
I.D. and Y Not' Good lookin Common Sense, that last album was tight Let me get back to the ring and evaluate the next fight Now the next fight had to
The sun just got through going down On a sleepy little Texas town Population plus one minus one A new grandma rocks my sister's kid Just like twenty
If they don't like your leather or the noise They better look out or they'll face the boys We're heading your way like a fireball Rockin' as hard as
talk such fucking horseshit that it's hard to believe that you almost make careers out of being naive you, you are a fucker coz you sold my guitar you
, 4, what the hell are we fightin' for? Walk Hup 2, 3, 4, what the hell are we fightin' for? Walk Hup 2, 3, 4, what the hell are we fightin' for? Walk
out the cove, land in the heat where New York to Miami bitch Bitch, I'm in the life of a hood star, rock star without the guitar Got em' all rubbin'
mind at ease And I, don't really know what to do, one look and I find myself in love with you Miss Alayna so why no man can contain ya Strum my guitar
Miranda Lambert & Travis Howard) Well the sun just got through going down on a sleepy little Texas town Population plus one minus one A new grandma rocks
?t fault a man for being proud Richey kept rollin? on Spent his days in a rock-n-roll band Tellin? jokes, a guitar in his hand Tryin? hard to meet every
