Where I'm Going

Now don't you worry none. Leave this part of yourself behind. I'm givin' you back to yourself. . So should you make the change. (Make the change). Or could you right them wrongs?.

We Knew Him Well

Distrust the artist.... Sane enough to be hanged.... From Troubled Tree tops.... Word of debt omit.... . Was it not good enough?. A ten year steep decline....

Words

Inside a heart of summer soul. Don't let them take it away. 'Cause inside something solid gold. So don't let throw it away. . Words, they meant nothing.

Winter Hill

Wherever you go you will be with me. And when you do talk you'll be talking to me. But just save your words as we walk on by. With the sky full of birds and the dusk approaching.

Willow's Song

Hey, ooh, who is there?. [Incomprehensible]. Please come, say how do. The things that I can't show to you. A stroke as gentle as a feather. . Hey, ooh, who is me?.

Where We're Calling From

Walk In Fire

Seems, seems there's nothing. That you couldn't do with a drink inside of you. Is there nothing you'd not do. With a drink in you?. . I've always known that you felt the pain.

We Funk (the G Funk)

We funk 'cuz G Funk blows my mind. (G Funk, we funk, G Funk, we funk). We funk 'cuz G Funk blows my mind. (G Funk, we funk, G Funk, we funk). . Well, can I expand my mind like a rubber band.

Why Didn't I Think Of That

He sends her roses and lines he composes. Things a lady loves. Well, he's there to hold her when she needs a shoulder. If life gets too rough. . Oh, now that she's left I keep kicking myself whenever.

Warning Labels

I begged her to stay and give me one more try. And she said, "It's over" and she said, "Goodbye". Now I'm at this bar, tryin' to wash away my pain. But every time I hear the jukebox, the tears fall like rain.

Wishin' Her Well

Writers: Doug Supernaw/Justin White. . A pocket full of wishes. A well down below. This ain't the first time. That I've stood here and thrown. But ol' George ain't been too lucky.

Wilting Rose

Writers: Doug Supernaw, Lonnie Atkinson. . Cold tile floors, a single bed. The TV is her only company. Out he door she sticks her head. Thought she heard her family.

Whatever Happened To Eddy

Oh please release me, let me go. For I just don't love you anymore. To waste our lives would be a sin. Release me and let me love again. . I have found a new love dear.

What'll You Do About Me

All you wanted was a one night stand. The fire of the wine and the touch of a man. But I fell in love and ruined all of your plans. What'll you do about me?.

What In The World

Came home to a house. Where everything was emptied. They took my T.V. and my chair. They even found her jewelry. And the police say there's nothing they can do.

We're All Here

Writers: Doug Supernaw/Allen Huff/Kenny King/Justin White IV/Don Crider. . Well it's good to have ol' Bob back. For a while we though he'd found his mind.

Whole Lotta Rosé

Wanna tell you a story. bout a tipple I know. When it comes to drinkin. She steals the show. She aint exactly Pernod. Aint exactly Schnapps. Fourteen percent, seventy-five C-L.

Who I Am

CHORUS. . THIS LIFE IS MY STORY. GOTTA TELL EM DONT IGNORE. IVE DROVE THESE STREETS & WALKED THIS ROAD A THOUSAND TIMES. AND AS THE DAYS GO BYE, TRY TO BE WHO I AM BE BE WHO I AM.

Whatsup

CHORUS. Yo we some southside riders rights whatsup. Tanqueray in my cut like whatsup. And were connecting with the westside whatsup. Whastup,...whatsup... whatsup.

Whatever You Like

If you want we can watch a movie yeh. Just stay home drink some wine get horny. Baby then make our own movie yeh. We do whatever you want baby if you want.