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 Ride