When you wake in the the mornin'
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
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 my bartender's extra damn mean
I'm out on thе road when I'm goin' I go
I'll 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
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
