You ever heard the story of Mr. Faded Glory? 
Say he who rides a pony must someday fall 
I been talkin' to my alter 
Life is what you make it 
And if you make it death well then rest 
Your soul away 
Away away yeah child 
It's a broken kind of feeling 
She'd have to tie me to the ceiling 
A bad moon's a comin' better say your 
Prayers 
I wanna tell her that I love her 
But does it really matter? 
I just can't stand to see you dragging down 
Again 
So I'm singing 
This is my kinda love It's the kind that 
Moves on 
It's unkind and leaves me alone 
Yes it does 
I uses to treat you like a lady 
Now you're a substitute teacher 
This bottle's not a pretty, not a pretty sight 
I owe the man some money so I'm turnin 
Over honey 
You see Mr. Faded Glory is once again 
Doin' time 
This is my kinda love 
It's the kind that moves on 
It's unkind and leaves me alone 
Yes it does 
Like a crown of thorns it's all who you 
Know 
So don't burn your bridges woman cause 
Someday, yeah 
Kick it! 
Baby I said com' on, com' on, com' on, 
Com' on yeah I said baby don't burn your 
Bridges woman