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