Titles Under Pressure

Come to see you again, people who drink
And when I step away
I'm going to see the faces before
They begin to change

And when holler me back
I won't turn 'round, not to say
That next time I'm staying away from this place
I cannot make more mistakes

What I have in my hands is
It is worth a million in gold
I will travel this side to that side
Pull you from water to the shore