Faded dreams and blue jeans
A Rangers cap with sweat rings
There's a hole in the sole of my favorite boots
Well I've been at it a long time
Working on that bottom line
And every shirt I've worn
The collar's been blue
One of these days I'm gonna jump right off that shelf
And hit the ground runnin'
At least that's what I keep telling myself
I've been sittin' on the fence for way too long
Warming that bench as chance moves on
And believe me
That ain't no way to live
And this barely gettin' by is really gettin' old
And it's hard to turn a wrench on a rusty bolt
But someday
Something's gotta give.
Busted hands and broken land
And black gold turned to sand
And the whiskey's the only well that's running deep
Yeah the dust devils dancin' on the mesa again
At the mercy of that west Texas wind
And the tumbleweeds
Well they seem to know more than me
Yeah they always find their way right out of town
They never turn back
They keep on rolling and they don't slow down.
I've been sittin' on the fence for way too long
Warming that bench as chance moves on
And believe me
That ain't no way to live
And this barely gettin' by is really gettin' old
And it's hard to turn a wrench on a rusty bolt
But someday
Something's gotta give.
Ooh, I've been sittin' on the fence for way too long
Warming that bench as chance moves on
And believe me, that ain't no way to live
And this barely gettin' by is really gettin' old
And it's hard to turn a wrench on a rusty bolt
But someday
Something's gotta give.
Man, I've been sittin' on the fence for way too long
Warming that bench as chance moves on
And believe me
No that ain' no way to live.
Hell this barely gettin' by is really gettin' old
And it's hard to turn a wrench on a rusty bolt
And someday
Just something's gotta give
Something's gotta give