Alright, let's take it to the Bull Creek Tradin' Center

Gonna start a knife fight at Apple Day

Mama keeps sayin' I'm a fool

Been out here beatin' up the highway by that golden rule

If you ain't gettin', you're gettin' got

There's things about the good ol' days I guess she forgot

While I'm bucking my wings like a young oldtimer

Siftin' my sand like a gold miner

Rollin' my bones all over creation

To take my dinner at the gas station

Elders told me to marry young

Then turn around and cry about mistakes that they've done

My fields are fallow, time for toil

Been lookin' for wild flowers all over the world

While I'm bucking my wings like a young oldtimer

Sleepin' in the saddle like a rough rider

Rollin' my bones all over creation

To take my dinner at the gas station

It is what it is, the way they know

They learned the way, but they forgot the way to go

Between the gettin' and the dyin', all you leave behind

Is a pile of memories I've yet to unwind

While I'm bucking my wings like a young oldtimer

Patchin' my copper like a moonshiner

Rollin' my bones all over creation

To take my dinner

To take my dinner

To take my dinner at the gas station