You don't own the road boy. Better kick up a storm. You don't own the big city lights. Better cop out your own. You don't own the green pines. The blue sky or the smoke. You don't own the dust in your. Big brown eyes when you keep them closed. Yeah steal them back for me love. Oh yeah steal them back for me love oh yeah. You don't own the road boy. And neither do I. You don't own the big city lights. That make my eyes cry. You don't own the green pines. So be careful where you lean. And when you're lost under the blue sky. Look down and you'll find me. Yeah steal it back for me love. Back for me love. Oh yeah steal it back for me love oh yeah. Come on over. If that's the way you feel. When you're lonesome steal it. Back when you're lonely. Back when you're lonely. Back when you're lonely back. You don't own the sadness son. See the tide just comes in. Guilt is played on the violin. By those who never cared to sing. Yeah steal it back for me love. Oh yeah steal it back for me love back for me love. Oh yeah steal it back for me love back for me love. Oh yeah steal it back for me love back for me love. Back for me love. Back for me love