[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Well, the dust flies high on a lonesome road,
A guitar case, a half-broke code.
One worn-out boot and a heart full of rain,
Chasinâ shadows of a lost freight train.
Met a widow in Waco, her tears like cheap wine,
She said, âLoveâs a coyote, itâll slip past the line.â
I strummed her a tune âbout a man turned to stone,
Now her porch light flickers, but Iâm long gone.
[Chorus]
Oh, the twang of these strings sings a soul left behind,
A pocketful of nothinâ, but the highwayâs still kind.
From Tulsa to Austin, every scarâs got a name,
Dust and destiny play the same olâ game.
[Verse 2]
A waitress in Laredo with a fire-red dye,
Her smile hid a bullet from a blue northern sky.
We danced âneath a neon that buzzed like a sin,
She whispered, âDarling, let the heartache begin.â
Her laugh was a jukebox, stuck on repeat,
A quarter for the pain, two steps to the b**t.
[Chorus]
Oh, the twang of these strings sings a soul left behind,
A pocketful of nothinâ, but the highwayâs still kind.
From Tulsa to Austin, every scarâs got a name,
Dust and destiny play the same olâ game.
[Bridge]
The preacher said, âSon, youâre a ghost in the breeze,
Ainât no roots in the gravel, just memories that tease.â
But Iâll write my story on a dinerâs napkin,
âFore the stars burn out and the world stops happeninâ.
[Chorus]
Oh, the twang of these strings sings a soul left behind,
A pocketful of nothinâ, but the highwayâs still kind.
From Tulsa to Austin, every scarâs got a name,
Dust and destiny play the same olâ game.
[Outro]