I've been living in this town for quite some time.
It's been 18 years since I crossed the county line.
And I sold almost everything that was mine.
Now I'm only living now with nothing but the bar wine.
$100 and a half a tank of gas.
A shirt on my back and a beat up ranger's cap.
A hundred miles to go.
Who would believe that?
I'd go this far without ever turning back.
Here I go, back in light.
Hit down that road.
And I know this life will wait.
Beat on my soul.
But I still have my pride.
And nothing,
yeah,
that bottom line.
Band's been on the road now quite some time.
Hitting all the cities, neon sign, neon sign.
Drowning in straight bourbon,
whiskey,
beer,
and too much wine.
Playing our songs through nothing but the bottom line.
On the stage each night we're captured by the sound.
Singing the songs we write to a different town.
There are people who believe in what we've found.
We like the songs we sing and to where we hang around.
So here we go, back in light.
Down the road.
And we know this life will wait.
Beat on our souls.
We still have our pride.
And nothing,
yeah,
that bottom line.
30
years from now on the marquee sign.
You see our name lit up misspelled and lied tonight.
We don't care because we play the music that we like.
Almost free from nothing but the bottom line.
So here we go,
back in light.
Down the road.
And we know that life will lead.
Beat on our souls.
We still have our pride.
And nothing.
Here we go,
back in light.
Down the road.
And we know this life will lead.
Beat on our souls.
We still have our pride.
We feel very fortunate to be doing what
we're doing and we owe it all to you folks.