When you wake in the mornin´ and I´m not by your side
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 here last August

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 takin´ jokes too far
And my bartender´s extra damn mean

So roll where you´re rollin´
I´ll be prayin´ you´re fine
Wherever you´re goin´
Just stay walkin´ that line
´Cause they´ll eat and they´ll spit ya´
But you ain´t their fool
They don´t know ya´ like ida
Back home on barstools

I´m out on the 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 when I finish this run
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

So roll where you´re rollin´
I´ll be prayin´ you´re fine
Wherever you´re goin´
Stay walkin´ that line
´Cause they´ll eat and they´ll spit ya´
But you ain´t their fool
They don´t know ya´ like ida
Back home on barstools
So roll where you´re rollin´
I´ll be prayin´ you´re fine

Wherever you´re goin´
Stay walkin´ that line
´Cause they´ll eat and they´ll spit ya´
But you ain´t their fool
They don´t know ya´ like ida
Belly-laughin´ on stools