Alan Jackson:
I'm getting out of this high rise penthouse suite
Where we pretend life's rosy and sweet
I'm going back to the folks that I used to know
Where everyone is what they seem to be.
Randy Travis:
I'm going back to a better class of losers
This uptown living really got me down
Alan Jackson:
I need friends who don't pay their bills on home computers
Randy Travis:
And they buy coffee beans already ground
Alan Jackson:
And you think it's disgraceful that they drink three dollar wine,
But a better class of losers suits me fine
Randy Travis:
And she got the rhythm and I got the blues
She's showing me how much I have to lose
Alan Jackson:
With her every little move she's telling me I'm over you
She's got the rhythm
And I got the blues
Randy Travis:
That music's getting louder
And my heart keeps beating faster
As she spells out regret in perfect time
Alan Jackson:
Well I thought I wanted freedom,
But that ball and chain
I need 'em
Randy Travis:
'Cause when you choose
Sometimes you lose the prize
Alan Jackson:
I'm going back to a better class of losers
Randy Travis:
This uptown living really got me down
Alan Jackson:
I need friends who don't pay their bills on home computers
And they buy coffee beans already ground
Randy Travis:
And you think it's disgraceful that they drink three dollar wine,
Alan Jackson:
And she's got the rhythm and I got the blues
Randy Travis:
She's showing me how much I had to lose
Alan Jackson:
With her every little move she's telling me I'm over you
Randy Travis:
She's got the rhythm
And I got the blues
Alan Jackson:
With her every little move she's telling me I'm over you
Randy Travis:
She's got the rhythm
Alan Jackson:
And I got the blues