He spent fifteen years getting loaded
Fifteen years until his liver exploded
what's Bob gonna do
Now that he can't drink?
The Doctor said: "What you been thinkin bout?"
Bob said : "Thats the point. I won't think bout nothing.
Now I gotta do something else
To pass the time, had someone shave his head
He got a new identity
Sixty-two hole air cushioned boots
And a girl who rides a scooter
To take him out of town
They would get away
Runnin around
And as the trucks drive by
You can hear the mother fuckers play!
A couple of lines, an extra thermos of joe
He'll be kickin in heads at the punk rock show
Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what
Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what to do
When the doctor tells him to
Quit your drinkin, nows the time
will he ever walk the line?
To all my friends I feel fine
will he ever walk the line?
will he ever walk the line?
will he ever walk the line?
will he ever walk the line?
will he ever walk the line?
will he ever walk the line?
will he ever walk the line?
will he ever walk the line?
will he ever walk the line?