When you wake in the morning 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, taking jokes too far and my bartenders extra damn mean

So roll where you’re rolling
I’ll be praying you’re fine
Wherever you’re going
Stay walking that line
‘Cause they’ll eat and they’ll spit ya’
But you’re not their fool
They don’t know ya’ like ida
Back home on barstools

I'm out on the road, when I'm going I go
I make music with all of my friends
I miss your silhouette, catching coastal sunsets
And the sound of that rusty door hinge
But that days bound to come when I finish this run
And I'm rolling right into your arms
And that bullshit you see on the late night TV
Is a long way from our beating hearts

So roll where you’re rolling
I’ll be praying you’re fine
Go where you’re going
Stay walking 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 rolling
I’ll be praying you’re fine
Wherever you’re going
Stay walking 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