Four sheets to the wind & up the bend With a 6-shooter & a horse called Loretta Lynn With a pillow case filled with loot & old love letters And the Sun is coming up big on the edge of troubled weather But Bobby rides into it with a musky determination Because he’s sick of prying eyes & bleeding expectations He’s got broken bottles lined up in his head And bloody, dirty dressings around his hand
Bobby runs down to the church & up the stairs And rings the bell with his good hand But he never heard it ring When Bobby moves he moves so fast It was a gift he never knew he had He just knew he had to move
He was a shell-shocked & sharp-shooting renegade From the league of broken hearts brigade Because a broken heart means you carry on with your days And you remind yourself in a million different ways It was a rule that Bobby kept under his hat He said pull it down tight & don’t look back He said I wish I was a bug because I’d crawl across your skin And dance across the cracks & porous innocence
Bobby runs down to the church & up the stairs And rings the bell with his good hand But he never heard it ring When Bobby moves he moves so fast It was a gift he never knew he had He just knew he had to move