Breaking Habits

No smoke & the band needs a toke

I'm paying too much for these tears

She's gone and I'm getting along

There's a whisperin' in my ears

The dog barks at sheep while he's asleep

I'm lying on the cold cold floor

I'm wrecked but I suspect

They'll be asking me for more

Breaking Habits is hard to do

Breaks my heart and my bank book too

What's this outlaw supposed to do

With storm clouds rising high?

I need those ways and means

Sturdy boots, torn and frayed blue jeans

Pocket knife and a blood instinct

Goes a long long way

Too late, I can't get it straight

It's lonesome on the road

In the end it's my grand ole friends

That make home out of my bones

Downtown wading through clowns

I seek more than just a pretty face

Back home I needed to roam

For a meaningful sense of place

Breaking Habits is hard to do

Breaks your heart and your bank book too

What's this outlaw supposed to do?

With storm clouds rising high

I need those ways and means

Sturdy boots, torn and frayed blue jeans

Pocket knife and a blood instinct

Goes a mighty long way

Pack light

Ride Hard

Do Right

Go Far

That's how I'll live out my days

I don't know any other way...

by Jonathan Brown & Cory B. Clay