Well, he's drinking down the
bourbon like it was soda pop,
Trying to quell a feeling he
knows ain't gonna stop,
He's mortgaged out his blood
for one more chance to breathe.
He had the D.T.'s for breakfast,
the shakes till noon,
He picked up his bag and left
the motel room,
His head is held high but his
heart is on it's knees.
Well, he packed his guitar and
his bar-room tan,
Gotta get some miles behind
him as fast as he can,
Another destination, some place
else to play.
Well, he left a life behind him
in some old trailer park.
They tried to make it work;
it was ruined from the start.
He had to shake the rust, it
became time to leave.
It's a honky-tonk engagement,
But there's no better place
to play.
His face feels like crazy pavement,
It's getting more lined every
day.
Well, he's gonna write a letter
and try to explain,
She says he's too old to have
these growing pains,
But something keeps him moving,
living on through the night.
But as the night approaches,
a change is in the air,
His heart is pumping fast, he's
got no cares.
The music befriends him, it
can take him anywhere.
It's a honky-tonk engagement,
But there's no better place
to play.
His mind feels like crazy pavement,
He's getting crazed out every
day.
Well, he's drinking down the
bourbon like it was soda pop,
Trying to quell a feeling he
knows ain't gonna stop,
He's mortgaged out his blood
for one more chance to breathe.
He had the D.T.'s for breakfast,
the chills till noon,
He picked up his bag and left
the motel room,
His head is held high but his
heart is on it's knees. |