Standard (EADGBE)
Beat up and kicked around
I pick myself up off the ground.
I head east to another town
I'm movin' on.
Bar room fights and breakin' glass
A broken nose and a smoker's laugh.
I'm sure I probably cut my life in half.
With a suitcase full of empty dreams.
A guitar with broken strings.
A busted heart that longs to sing the blues.
A mind that always leads me wrong,
A head full of Hank Williams songs.
I'm sorry, honey, but this highway's home.
I've loved pretty women and some that ain't.
I'm a burned out junkie truck stop saint,
So check the tires and fill the tank,
I'm movin' on.
Interstate markers and highway signs,
Eighteen wheels and thin white lines.
Dodge a speed trap one more time,
I'm gone.