A runaway on a highway, heading south on I-65

I got my van stocked up and my mind made up on how I wanna be remembered when I die

I’ve been pounding it hard for the last three years with a little help from my friends

but it’s time I set out, look up past the clouds I ain’t gonna be another has been

Cuz there’s a million ‘singer of songs’ who all claim to be headstrong

With a Gibson in their hand and a five piece band

And a bark we call our own

Many have come many have gone many today are well known

I just wanna be one of the many with a badass Headstone

Now I ain’t looking to impress anybody when I’m dead believe me that’s not how I am

But a few poetic words, be chiseled and be heard, would make me a peaceful resting man

A vagabond dreamer, a rhymer, and a singer, Waylon was beloved by the world

And Johnny’s got a Psalm which he depended on and he’s buried right beside his girl

And there’s a million ‘singer of songs’ who all claim to be headstrong

With a Gibson in their hand and a five piece band

And a bark we call our own

Many have come many have gone many today are well known

I just wanna be one of the many with a badass Headstone

Yea it may sound a little crazy that I’m thinking ‘bout my death but we all got visions and goals

I just wanna be remembered as a never self- centered man with a badass looking Headstone

Cuz there’s a million ‘singer of songs’ who all claim to be headstrong

With a Gibson in their hand and a five piece band

And a bark we call our own

Many have come many have gone many today are well known

I just wanna be one of the many with a badass Headstone