The road leads us through these hills   The rocks lay scattered like pills   The Andalucian sun is getting to my soul   It’s making me weak in the bones      Well it’s good to have you here   We’ll lay down and drink a beer and watch the sky   I guess I want to be your man   I sure do the best I can to make things right   I hope you feel alright      Everything is slowing down   When there is no one around   Maybe we should stay here   And forget about home   Maybe but I don’t think so      Well it’s good to have you here   We’ll lay down and drink a beer and watch the sky   I guess I want to be your man   I sure do the best I can to make things right   I hope you feel alright      Get busy living   Get busy dying   Get busy living   Get busy dying      Well it’s good to have you here   We’ll lay down and drink a beer and watch the sky   I guess I want to be your man   I sure do the best I can to make things right   I hope you feel alright