One, two, three, four
One, two
Its a motorcycle drive-by
Baby, dry your kind eyes
I think its about time we headed home
Walking on such tight rope, with my damn high hopes
Country boys dont die alone
Reading poetry under shade trees
That woman, shes my baby
I will be in Richmond by tonight
With so much shame inside me
I just want to hide me
But they want to hear me sing my songs under lights
Its a motorcycle drive-by
Baby, dry your kind eyes
I think its about time we headed home
Walking on such tight rope, with my damn high hopes
The country boys dont die alone
Everydays so fleeting and I have been trying to save it while I can
The look on her face, all these hot humid days
And the boys in my damn band
Its a motorcycle drive-by
Baby, dry your kind eyes
I think its about time we headed home
Walking on such tight rope, with my damn high hopes
Country boys dont die alone
Reading poetry under shade trees
That woman, shes my baby
I will be in Richmond by tonight
With so much shame inside me
I just want to hide me
They want to hear me sing my songs under lights