Mhm-mhm-mhm-mhm Mhm-mhm-mhm-mhm-mhm-mhm Mhm-mhm-mhm-mhm-mhm We can go wherever we want The plains, the sand, the salt, the dust You can say whatever you want I don't care I'm already gone We could drive a mile down the road To get a drink or two, you know Simple thing, I don't need much to like, I find And I, and I guess I don't cry It's a simple thing we're all afraid and shy away Now I find I guess I don't shy I guess I don't shy Mhm-mhm-mhm-mhm-mhm Mhm-mhm-mhm-mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm I guess that I don't cry (ooh) I guess that I don't shy (ooh) Mhm-mhm-mhm-mhm Mhm-mhm-mhm-mhm-mhm-mhm Mhm-mhm-mhm-mhm-mhm