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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
Barely lastin' on barstools
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