[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,
Chasin’ shadows of a lost freight train.
Met a widow in Waco, her tears like cheap wine,
She said, “Love’s a coyote, it’ll slip past the line.”
I strummed her a tune ‘bout a man turned to stone,
Now her porch light flickers, but I’m long gone.
[Chorus]
Oh, the twang of these strings sings a soul left behind,
A pocketful of nothin’, but the highway’s still kind.
From Tulsa to Austin, every scar’s got a name,
Dust and destiny play the same ol’ game.
[Verse 2]
A waitress in Laredo with a fire-red dye,
Her smile hid a bullet from a blue northern sky.
We danced ‘neath a neon that buzzed like a sin,
She whispered, “Darling, let the heartache begin.”
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 nothin’, but the highway’s still kind.
From Tulsa to Austin, every scar’s got a name,
Dust and destiny play the same ol’ game.
[Bridge]
The preacher said, “Son, you’re a ghost in the breeze,
Ain’t no roots in the gravel, just memories that tease.”
But I’ll write my story on a diner’s napkin,
‘Fore the stars burn out and the world stops happenin’.
[Chorus]
Oh, the twang of these strings sings a soul left behind,
A pocketful of nothin’, but the highway’s still kind.
From Tulsa to Austin, every scar’s got a name,
Dust and destiny play the same ol’ game.
[Outro]
