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 taking jokes too far, and my bartenders 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 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