Butch Baker - Long Live Fast, Hard Livin' Lyrics

Cake and beer might be hard to handle
But strike a match to these birthday candles
Gather 'round, bring your friends, bring strangers
Another round if you please, bartender
Here's to the blast we've had in the past
Here's to the future boys, raise a glass (and say)

Long live fast, hard livin'
Long live pretty women
Long live wide open spaces
And long live loud, crowded places
Hot guitars
Cool songs
Sweet nothings all night long and
Long live fast hard livin'

Angel girl dancing on my table
Drifting smoke makes a cloudy halo
She's in the groove and her moves get bolder
Devil's here dancing on my shoulder
He's telling me she's as wild as I am (he says)
If she's an angel, you're Billy Graham (prayin')

Long live fast, hard livin'
Long live pretty women
Long live wide open spaces
And long live loud, crowded places
Hot guitars
Cool songs
Sweet nothings all night long and
Long live fast hard livin'

Mama tells me I'm my daddy's son
Dad's a pistol, I'm a son of a gun, I say

Long live fast, hard livin'
Long live pretty women
Long live wide open spaces
And long live loud, crowded places
Hot guitars
Cool songs
Sweet nothings all night long and
Long live fast hard livin'