Faded dreams and blue jeans A Rangers cap with sweat rings There’s a hole in the sole of my favorite boots Well I’ve been at it a long time Working on that bottom line And every shirt I’ve worn, the collar’s been blue
One of these days I’m gonna jump off that shelf Hit that ground runnin’ At least that’s what I keep tellin’ myself
Chorus. I’ve been sitting on the fence for way too long Warmin’ that bench as chance moves on And believe me that ain’t the way to live And this barely getting by is really getting old And it’s hard to turn the wrench on a rusty bolt But someday, somethin’s gotta give
Busted hands and broken land Black gold turned to sand And the whiskey is the only well that’s running deep And the dust devils dancing on the mesa again At the mercy of that west Texas wind The tumble weeds they seem to know more than me
They always find their way right out of town They never turn back They keep on rollin’ and they don’t slow down