She was dancing in in the side room, cut-off jeans and cowboy boots I told her I was married, She said she was married too, Yeeeah, yeaaah, yeaah She showed me pictures on her cellphone She showed me pictures of her cat They were scandalous and well groomed, She said whatdaya think of that? Yeeeah, yeaaah, yeaah She wasn't one to linger, She wasn't one to carry on, I still had my crown of thorns (oh for sure oh for sure), but my wallet, that was gone... Yeeeah, yeaaah, yeaah I want you, I need you, I want you I need you, I want you, I want you I need you, I want you, I need you I want you, I need you, I want you Yeeeah, yeaaah, yeaah, Yeeeah, yeaaah, yeaah

People whisper people shout, Once in a moon they let me out Just a poor old fool reliving glory days Through the misty evening clouds, shining luminous and proud Gypsy Moon, light my way Pass the old barn on the hill, through the night dark and still There’s something that’s a' stirring in the air She will rise and she will fall with the midnight carnival Gypsy Moon, I missed you so Hey, la la, Oh yeah hey! This poor old devil’s got the blues Hey, la la, Oh yeah hey! We raise a glass to the Gyspy Moon You used to call, I used to come, I’d chase the words right off your tongue Stomp and sway to the 1 and 5 Travelers and vagabonds, we’d share a drink, we’d share a song And lose ourselves in the midnight sky Hey, la la, Oh hay hey! This poor old devil’s got the blues Hey, la la, Oh hay hey! We raise a glass to the Gyspy Moon But the morning comes too soon, where did you go my Gypsy Moon? My heart is broken like the bottles on the floor And to think of you again, well, I just can’t help but grin Gypsy moon, you're mi amor …. Hey, la la, Oh hay hey! This poor old devil’s got the blues Hey, la la, Oh hay hey! We raise a glass to the Gyspy Moon

Good Ol’ Days Everybody talks about the good ol’ days So longingly But upon further inspection They might not’ve been as good as they seem Everybody talks about the good ol’ days How the grass was oh so green While skippin’ right over All the grime in the cracks between Me and my baby All our hassles used to go unseen But now we can’t even stay On the same page from “A” to “Z” Good ol’ days Oh lord, they’re calling me Good ol’ days Find yourself an old blind prophet And ask ‘em what they see Everybody talkin’ bout the good ol’ days So longingly But the harder we look at ‘em The harder they truly seemed (gtr solo) Good ol’ days, Oh lord, they’re calling for me Good ol’ days, Turns out the old blind prophet Truly couldn’t see Everybody talkin’ bout the good ol’ days, So longingly But all them silver-lined purses Startin’ to burst at the seams (bridge) No, I ain’t saying We ain’t got no problems (presently) Oh, all I’m saying, Long as we got Two shoes on our feet Sure makes it harder to get mad about This or that Harder to get sad about A trivial fact When the fact of the matter is All that really matters is still intact Would everybody preachin’ bout the good ol’ days Shut up already? No more histories rife with Short-term memories Good ol’ days, Oh lord, they’re stallin’ for me Good ol’ days, Yeah well I’m starting to find that The present’s just fine by me Everybody talkin’ bout the good ol’ days So longingly But at last glance I must confess At last glance They were truly a mess At last glance They were doing their best At last glance They might notta been as good as they seemed …but, they sure knew how to end a song.

Ole Henry never liked to brawl, he’d shoot straight from the hip) And at a card game one hot July, that's just what he’d did When the smoke cleared in the barroom, they all saw what he'd done Henry Walker may have left this town, but he didn't leave his gun His better angels might have found him, a few miles down the road But that devil on Henry’s shoulder just wouldn't let him go Cause Henry grew up hard and mean, with not too many friends When the world would try and break him, he never learned to bend… Just was passing through, I was trying to get home And now I got blood on my hands, and some of it's my own And it's all gone wrong, And it's all gone wrong Billy Morgan was the meanest and the quickest on the draw In the little town he grew up in, just west of Omaha No one knew what Henry did, to draw ole Billy's eye But the word went round, it was going down, that someone’s gonna die Poor Henry, he was drinkin' like a dry mule at a well Billy, he just sat and stared, his eyes all full of hell Half the town, had buckled down, outside the Cottonmouth When Billy Morgan made his move, the smart folks headed out Billy said to Henry, boy this town ain't big enough I Think it's best that You should go 'Fore the Goin' gets too Tough Slowly Henry Walker placed his hand upon the grip Of the loaded Smith and Wesson that he carried (that he carried)… on his hip (1, 2 3 4, 1, 2, 3, 4) Just was passing through, I was trying to get home And now I got blood on my hands, and some of it's my own And it's all gone wrong, And it's all gone wrong And it's all gone wrong, And it's all gone wrong And it's all gone wrong, And it's all gone wrong And it's all gone wrong, And it's all gone….

The envelope slid under the door, He knew he’d seen that handwriting before He poured a drink then he poured one more, and it drank it all down, down, down The letter read “I’m sorry I tried, I can’t go on living by your side” He tore it up and then he went for a ride, The words kept going around, round, round We’re all living by the second hand, The clocks ticking faster than you planned, Life’s too short don’t you to understand? We’re all living by the second hand It took a while for the words to sink in, things were dark but the dawn came again He was drowning but he learned how to swim, Got back to solid ground, ground, ground Sometimes it takes a while to see, That some things just aren’t meant to be You be you and baby, I’ll be me. These words are going round, round, round We’re all living by the second hand, The clocks ticking faster than you planned, Life’s too short don’t you to understand? We’re all living by the second hand We’re all living by the second hand, The clocks ticking faster than you planned, Life’s too short don’t you to understand? We’re all living by the second hand