It's been 16 months since I've been back home I make a lot of money I don't know where it goes All I know is the guitar and the bottle My daddy was a loaded gun He said: it ain't no fun livin' on the run, son But everywhere I go trouble seems to follow So I ride And I pick my songs at night at the next big show My friends they come and they go And love moves a little too slow When you're riding with an Electric Rodeo Now I can't complain I do alright Singin' my songs in a different town every night Lookin' for a woman to keep me warm tonight From California to the dirt of New York From Dallas, Texas to the streets of Baltimore Wishin' I was home with a little girl of my own And I rideTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
