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