One two three four
One two

It's a motorcycle drive by, baby dryin' kind eyes
I think it's about time we headed home
Walkin' on such tight rope with my damn high hopes
Country boys don't die alone

Readin' poetry under shade tree, that woman she's my baby
I will be in Richmond by tonight
With so much shame inside me, I just wanna hide me
But they wanna hear me sing my songs under lights

It's a motorcycle drive by, baby dryin' kind eyes
I think it's about time we headed home
Walkin' on such tight rope with my damn high hopes
That country boys don't die alone

Every day's so fleetin' and I've been tryin'
To save it while I can
Look on her face all these hot humid days
And the boys in my damn band

It's a motorcycle drive by, baby dryin' kind eyes
I think it's about time we headed home
Walkin' such a tight rope with my damn high hopes
Country boys don't die alone

Readin' poetry under shade tree, that woman she's my baby
I will be in Richmond by tonight
With so much shame inside me, I just wanna hide me
They wanna hear me sing my songs under lights