lost my voice when i spoke of you same old jeans and those ol dirty boots took seven days now i’m on the move saddled up to ride with you met you in a hotel room rode with me to the venue met your daddy the next day talkin trash and playin’ video games (now)i hate the streets of new york city when you’re not there to walk (home) wit me was it meant to be my 27 33 two years in we’re matching tattoos up to my neck in all these thoughts of you i’ll keep ‘em there forever if you promise you will too ain’t no telling what time is gonna do met you in a hotel room rode with me to the venue met your daddy the next day talkin trash and playin’ video games hate the streets of new york city when you’re not there to walk (home) wit me was it meant to be my 27 33