High Country

I'm in High Country Western Wear again

Where I try to find my fit, like everybody in a ten

I left my boots with her two-four

And let the wind close the door

I dropped my buckle on the floor

I can't find the same I had before

Back in these aisles with another bill of lies

I'm in High Country Western Wear again

Where I try to find my fit, like everybody in a ten

I hope to get my Levi's back soon

I rolled the dice in her room

Dancing in leather perfume

Waiting for the jacket in the loom

Back in these aisles, I'm still compromised

And it's like everything that I buy

Serves the camouflage in my style

I see the way they look at me

I'm slamming doors on my money

I'm in High Country

I'm in High Country

Here in High Country

Oh this High Country

High Country Western Wear again

I drive as fast as I can to meet the day

Waving goodbye on my way

Out of her place, out of this winding road

Coming home with my wardrobe

Coming home with my wardrobe

Betting it all on the fastest of lanes

To keep myself out of the rain

Yes, I'll be home in a couple of red lights

Home 'til she calls me tonight

Home 'til she calls me tonight

Home 'til she calls me tonight