Missing Years [Bonus Track]

Eyes are what you close
When you can't bear to watch her go
And pride is what it costs
When you pay the price for what you've lost

And knees are where you land
When you haven't got the strength to stand
And hands are what you fold
When you pray to God, just to let her go
To rise above the pain, you've gotta be on your knees

Doors are what you slam
When you can't open them again
Sleep is what you lose
When a memory still lays down with you

And knees are where you land
When you haven't got the strength to stand
And hands are what you fold
When you pray to God, just to let her go
To rise above the pain, you've gotta be on your knees

Knees are where you land
When you haven't got the strength to stand
And hands are what you fold
When you pray to God, just to let her go

On the road that leads to healing
You find me on my knees
It's where I'll be, on my knees

Calling all you hippies and outlaws
Calling all you suits and ties
Calling all you prayin' Madonnas
Who've got a little wild child trapped inside

Calling all you cops and robbers
Cowboys and Indians and sidekicks too
Hey, all you friends and neighbors
Do me a favor and cut loose

Everybody's got a little rebel in 'em
Come on everybody, holler, it's all right
Everybody's got a little devil in 'em
Help me raise a little rebel hell tonight

Calling all you men and women
Gather 'round me, boys and girls
All folks of all religions
All around this great big world

Give me your high and mighty
Give me your meek and mild
Lovers and fires and truckers and bikers
Saddle up, let's ride

Everybody's got a little rebel in 'em
Come on everybody, holler, it's all right
Everybody's got a little devil in 'em
Help me raise a little rebel hell tonight
Long ride

No matter what you're tired of, stand up
If you're done with the blow man scream

'Cause everybody's got a little rebel in 'em
Come on everybody, holler, it's all right
Everybody's got a little devil in 'em
Help me raise a little rebel hell tonight

Everybody's got a little rebel in 'em
Come on everybody, holler, it's all right
Everybody's got a little devil in 'em
So help me raise a little rebel hell tonight

Everybody's got a little rebel in 'em
Come on everybody, holler, it's all right
Everybody's got a little devil in 'em
Help me raise a little rebel hell tonight, yeah

Yeah, come on, y'all
All you hippies and outlaws
All you suits and ties
Got a little wild child
Got a little wild child

Let's start with cowboys and campfires, star lights and guitars.
Sleeping underneath that Texas sky.
Keep them doggies movin' on
From Santa Fe to San Antone. Living in the south until you die.
Move on to Sunday crowds and rodeos, stetson hats and fancy clothes.
Girls who love to dance all night long.
Bob Wills, Z.Z.Top and Jerry Jeff and Janis Joplin.
Hear that Lone Star soul in their song.

Say,

[chorus]
Come on down, we'd love to see ya, open arms are there to greet you.
Just remember-
There's a way that things are done ...
If you kill someone you're gonna fry,
On Willie's bus you're gettin high.
That's your lesson in Texas 101.

Well, the girls are pretty and th trucks are bigger.
Cause of oil, some folks got richer.
You can't drive across her in a day.
They got Tex-Mex food and senoritas, Bar-be-Q and margaritas.
Once you get a taste, you're gonna stay.

[chorus]
Come on down, we'd love to see ya, open arms are there to greet you.
Just remember-
There's a way that things are done ...
If you kill someone you're gonna fry,
On Willie's bus you're gettin high.
That's your lesson in Texas 101.

(Oh, Let's pick it boys).

They got George Bush and Dixie Chicks.
Guess oil and water just don't mix.
But, there's one thing on which they might agree...
If there were no Alamo,
Then Texas would be Mexico.
Where in the name Sam Houston would we be?

[chorus]
Come on down, we'd love to see ya, open arms are there to greet you.
Just remember-
There's a way that things are done ...
If you kill someone you're gonna fry,
On Willie's bus you're gettin high.
That's your lesson in Texas 101.

(awww, play it again , ya'll)

[chorus]
Come on down, we'd love to see ya, open arms are there to greet you.
Just remember-
There's a way that things are done ...
If you kill someone you're gonna fry,
On Willie's bus you're gettin high.
That's your lesson in Texas 101.

That's your
Lesson
In Texas - 101.
(oh yeah.
Awwww that's right).