It's a motorcycle drive by

Baby, dry your kind eyes

I think it's about time we headed home

Walking on such tight rope, with my damn high hopes

Country boys don't die alone.

Reading poetry under shade trees

That woman, she's my baby

I will be in richmond by tonight

With so much shame inside me

I just want to hide me

But they want to hear me sing my songs under lights.

It's a motorcycle drive by

Baby, dry your kind eyes

I think it's about time we headed home

Walking on such tight rope, with my damn high hopes

The country boys don't die alone.

Everyday's so fleeting and I have been trying to save it while I can

The look on her face, all these hot humid days

And the boys in my damn band.

It's a motorcycle drive by

Baby, dry your kind eyes

I think it's about time we headed home

Walking on such tight rope, with my damn high hopes

Country boys don't die alone.

Reading poetry under shade trees

That woman, she's my baby

I will be in richmond by tonight

With so much shame inside me

I just want to hide me

They want to hear me sing my songs under lights.