It's a motorcycle
drive-by
Baby dry your
kind eyes
I think it's about time
we headed home
Walking on such
tight rope
with my damn
high hopes
Country boys
don't die alone
Reading poetry under
shade trees
That woman
she's 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
It's a motorcycle
drive-by
Baby dry your
kind eyes
I think it's about time
we headed home
Walking on such
tight rope
with my damn
high hopes
The country boys
don't die alone
Everyday's 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
It's a motorcycle
drive-by
Baby dry your
kind eyes
I think it's about time
we headed home
Walking on such
tight rope
with my damn
high hopes
Country boys
don't die alone
Reading poetry under
shade trees
That woman
she's 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