Busted in Austin walkin around in a daze
I'm sittin in this slammer lookin out through these bars
In a haze
But it'll all clear up 11 months and 29 days

Keep the lonestar cold the dance floor hot while i'm gone
Keep the lonestar cold the dance floor hot while i'm
Gone.H

Momma's tears fell so easy
Daddy's handshake was strong
Then I climbed aboard that Greyhound
Eighteen and glad to be gone
Took a rented room on Broadway
And as I unpacked everything I owned
I found a note my mama left me
With a Bible and a bus ticket home
It said

Crystal was a waitress at the Night Owl Lounge
Pretty as a picture was she
Sammy was her drinkin' buddy
Bought a round for the pleasure of her company

Crystal had weakness for the silent type
And Sammy stole her heart away
But three weeks later she was gone from sight

It's good to hear your voice
After all this time
I've been told I'm hard to find
It's rainin' here but I'm keepin' dry
And for me that's doing good
To tell the truth
There ain't much to know
I've dealt some cards and I've dug some holes
But I haven't found that po

Well, I was three days short of pullin' out Bridgeport
I was headed down to Houston town
Had my guitar packed in a burlap sack
For escortin' my country sound
I bypassed Jackson, bypassed Memphis
By the time I got to Arkansas
Id-a sold my car and this black guitar
For

Well I bragged and said I had
A women that loved me too much to get mad
When I stayed out in them neon lights too long

Oh but late last night I was late again
She was moved out when I walked in
And I realized the fool I'd been
Now all I've got to do is fool my friends w

I've been a drifter most all my life
Just a restless renegade that can't be tied
I am gambler a dangerous rambler
Keep these steel wheels rollin' and a six string by my side
Gotta bottle by my bed
To drown the voices in my head
That try to steer me clear of doin' wrong

Well Deke's got a Ford, Hank's got a Chevy
Booger's got a beat-up Dodge
Well they fight like the devil over which one's better
Fridays at the Moose Head Lodge
Just a friendly chatter 'cause it really don't matter
When it comes to the model or make
Now they're all the same

We were poor when I was a youngun
I don't remember ever going hungry
Daddy made sure we didn't do without
I went to school with some of these fellas
They had money and I was jealous
I didn't know then what I know now
Daddy'd say you can't judge a book by looking at

Dont rock the jukebox
I wanna hear some Jones
Cause my heart aint ready
For the Rolling Stones
I dont feel like rocking
Since my baby's gone
So dont rock the jukebox
Play me a country song

Before you drop that quarter
Keep one thing in mind
You got a hea

Now being from the south
I never had a doubt
What kind of girl I want
I'd pick a Georgia peach
Or a Mississippi queen
Or a Dallas debutante
But I met a little blonde from above and beyond
The Mason/Dixon line
Now she ain't a Dixie dumplin'
But let me t

I've had my eye on you
Ever since I don't know when
But you've never noticed me
'Cause you always had your eye on him

I've watched while he broke your heart
Time after time and again
But this time he'd better step aside
'Cause this is where I come in

Hold on,

There's a wino in a garbage can
Looking for a bite
There's a lovely girl with lonely eyes
Needing love tonight
There's a junkie in a pallet
About to go insane
Yeah, there's more than one kind of hunger pain

There's a gambler out in Vegas
Preying for an ace
A

I am just a rebel that's what I am
I can raise the devil with a five piece band
I got two fists of iron I got a heart of gold
I just have a hard time doin' what I'm told

Being a hillbilly don't get me down
I like it like that in fact you know it makes me proud
Yeah I'm

Now mama used to always tell me
'Be careful who you pal around
You'll only start actin' like 'em
They'll only up and bring you down'

Some people got the wrong impression
That I'm nothin' but a dirt road hick
They're never gonna see the real real me
'Til I give ol' y

I hate rap, I hate rap
Couldn't drive me crazier with a map
Talk about a generation gap
I don't turn my cap, I don't grab my lap
I don't do like that 'cause I look like a sap
I hate rap, I hate rap
And it don't go good with beer on tap
I hate the beat, hate the rhythm

Cool song on the radio
FM ESP DJ just readin' my mind (that's fine)
He's a master blaster dancin' round in my underwear
BVD sexy I'm lookin' good (real good)
Oxygen stratocaster
My, my, my mood ring shinin' like a diamond
I got no, got no, got no worries

CHORUS

I made a wish upon a star
I could have a brand new car
Got tired of wishing
So I stole one

Seventeen and knew it all
My dreams were big but my thoughts were small
So many roads somehow I chose
The wrong one

But Jesus and mama always loved me
Even

Bessie was a lovely child from west tennessee
Leroy was an outlaw, hard-eyed and mean
One day she saw him starin', and it chilled her to the bone
She knew she had to see that look on a child of her own

Chorus
'Cause ladies love outlaws
Like babies love stray dogs
La

Abilene Airport, six am, he had a teary little woman holding on to him
saying, "Promise me, Billy, you'll call me when you reach L.A."
He said, "I'm keeping your number, honey, right up here."
He was tapping on his temple, but the point was clear, he had no intention of ever coming