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One, two, three, four
One, two
It's a motorcycle drive-by
Baby, dry your kind eyes
I think it's about time we headed home
Walking on such tight rope, with my damn high hopes
Country boys don't die alone
Reading poetry under shade trees
That woman, she's my baby
I will be in Richmond by tonight
With so much shame inside me
I just want to hide me
But they want to hear me sing my songs under lights
It's a motorcycle drive-by
Baby, dry your kind eyes
I think it's about time we headed home
Walking on such tight rope, with my damn high hopes
The country boys don't die alone
Everyday's so fleeting and I have been trying to save it while I can
The look on her face, all these hot humid days
And the boys in my damn band
It's a motorcycle drive-by
Baby, dry your kind eyes
I think it's about time we headed home
Walking on such tight rope, with my damn high hopes
Country boys don't die alone
Reading poetry under shade trees
That woman, she's my baby
I will be in Richmond by tonight
With so much shame inside me
I just want to hide me
They want to hear me sing my songs under lights
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