When you wake in the mornin', and I'm not by your side Just know that I'm halfway to Dallas I'm stoned out my mind, I'm half-buzzed 'Bout full-time since you left me to die here last August When you make it to Nashville, you can tell by one hat tilt That, that shit just ain't my scene I like out-of-tune guitars and takin' jokes too far And my bartender's extra damn mean
So roll where you're rollin' I'll be prayin' you're fine Wherever you're goin' Just stay walkin' that line 'Cause they'll eat and they'll spit you But you ain't their fool They don't know you like Ida Back home on barstools I'm out on the road when I'm goin' I go I make music with all of my friends I miss your silhouette, catchin' coastal sunsets And the sound of that rusty door hinge But that day's bound to come when I finish this run And I'm rollin' right into your arms And that bullshit you see on the late-night TV Is a long way from our beatin' hearts
So roll where you're rollin' I'll be prayin' you're fine Wherever you're goin' Stay walkin' that line 'Cause they'll eat and they'll spit you But you ain't their fool They don't know you like Ida Back home on barstools
So roll where you're rollin' I'll be prayin' you're fine Wherever you're goin' Stay walkin' that line 'Cause they'll eat and they'll spit you You ain't their fool They don't know you like Ida Belly laughing on barstools