Some people call me the Space Cowboy, some call me the Gangster, we're going to turn this into a bar, is that alright? Some people call me Martin, cause I speak on the palpitations of love People keep talking about me baby, they say I'm doing you wrong, I'm doing you wrong Don't you worry baby, don't you worry, cause I'm right here, right here, I'm right home, right here, I feel it Cause I'm a picker, and I'm a grinner, and I'm a lover, and I'm a sinner, I play my music in the sun Yeah I'm a joker, I'm a smoker, baby I'm a midnight token, sure don't want to hurt no one Come on Black! You're the cutest thing that I ever did see, I really love your peaches, I'm gonna shake your tree Love me, love me, love me, love me, love me all the time, come on Atlanta, Georgia, we're gonna show you a good time Cause I'm a picker, and I'm a grinner, and I'm a lover, and I'm a sinner, we play our music in the sun Yeah I'm a joker, I'm a smoker, baby I'm a midnight token, sure don't want to hurt no one And we get all our lovin' on the run So now, is it okay if we turn the volume up just a touch, alright, at the same time, lay it back a little Please make welcome to Atlanta, Georgia, a friend of mine, and a friend of ours From Charlottesville, Virginia, Mr. Dave Matthews Don't worry about a thing, cause every little thing's gonna be alright Don't worry about a thing, cause every little thing's gonna be alright Rise up this morning, smile at the rising sun, three little birds on my doorstep Singing sweet songs, melody pure and true, singing this is my message to you Don't worry about a thing, cause every little thing's gonna be alright Don't worry about a thing, cause every little thing's gonna be alright Cause I'm a picker, and I'm a griller, and I'm a lover, and I'm a sinner We play our music in the sun Yeah I'm a joker, and I'm a smoker, baby I'm a midnight token We get our lovin' on the run Oh yeah, I told you, I told you Kenny Chesney, y'all, you don't know him