Lyrics

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 ai 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 of that shelf
Andhit 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 i believe me, that an´ noway 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 agian
At the mercy of that west Texas wind
And the tumbleweeds, 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´ 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´no way to live
and this barely gettin´ by is really gettin´old
And this hard to turn a wrench on a rusty bolt
But someday something´s gotta give