Get In Line

I've been trucking down the big slab

Diesel smoke in my eyes

Trying to make it into Cheyenne

By my midnight deadline

But the bear in the air must've seen me

'Cause they pulled me aside

And that trooper grinned when he said

"No one comes through my town without paying their fine"

Get in line, get in line

Get in line, get in line

Well, when I sold my rig in Santa Fe

For a story and a song

About the man that always comes up short

For hanging on too long

Well, I sang it for a whore from Illinois

Thought it'd be worth a try

But I never heard it quite so loud

From behind such quiet eyes

Get in line, get in line

Get in line, get in line

Well, I tried tempting the devil

With a bottle to my head

And I swore that I'd go easy

As I lay there on my bed

But that devil, she's a sly ole fox

And she whispered in my ear

“You got a lot more hell to go through

Before you get out of here”

Get in line, get in line

Get in line, get in line