When you wake in the mornin' and I'm not by your side,
just know that I'm halfway to Dallas
I'm stoned out my mind, I'm half-buzzed 'bout full-time
since you left me to die here last August
When you make it to Nashville,
you can tell by one hat tilt that that shit just ain't my scene
I like out-of-tune guitars and taking jokes too far,
and my bartenders extra damn mean
So roll where you're rollin'
I'll be prayin' you're fine
Wherever you're goin'
Just stay walkin' that line
'Cause they'll eat and they'll spit ya
But you ain't their fool
They don't know ya like ida
Back home on barstools
I'm out on the road, when I'm goin',
I go, I make music with all of my friends
I miss your silhouette catchin' coastal sunsets
and the sound of that rusty door hinge
But that day's bound to come when I finish this run,
and I'm rollin' right into your arms
And that bullshit you see on the late-night
TV is a long way from our beatin' hearts
So roll where you're rollin'
I'll be prayin' you're fine
Wherever you're goin'
Stay walkin' that line
'Cause they'll eat and they'll spit ya
But you ain't their fool
They don't know ya like ida
Back home on barstools
So roll where you're rollin'
I'll be prayin' you're fine
Wherever you're goin'
Stay walkin' that line
'Cause they'll eat and they'll spit ya
But you ain't their fool
They don't know ya like ida
Belly-laughin' on stools