I've got the western stars to guide me
Dixie sweet and low all night long
I can hear those fiddles high above me
A woman smiles as I sing my song
I've stood in line I've earned my keep
But I can not (something something)for my destiny
A neon sign calls me to sleep
But I'm wide awake so I roll on
Travelin' man, ride as far as I can stand
My moma cries for the life I choose
I need a beer but it's too damn far away from here
And I have no time to sing the blues.