Motorcycle Drive By

One, two, three, four

One, two

It's a motorcycle drive-by

Baby, dry your kind eyes

I think it's about time we headed home

Walking on such tight rope, with my damn high hopes

Country boys don't die alone

Reading poetry under shade trees

That woman, she's my baby

I will be in Richmond by tonight

With so much shame inside me

I just want to hide me

But they want to hear me sing my songs under lights

It's a motorcycle drive-by

Baby, dry your kind eyes

I think it's about time we headed home

Walking on such tight rope, with my damn high hopes

The country boys don't die alone

Everyday's so fleeting and I have been trying to save it while I can

The look on her face, all these hot humid days

And the boys in my damn band

It's a motorcycle drive-by

Baby, dry your kind eyes

I think it's about time we headed home

Walking on such tight rope, with my damn high hopes

Country boys don't die alone

Reading poetry under shade trees

That woman, she's my baby

I will be in Richmond by tonight

With so much shame inside me

I just want to hide me

They want to hear me sing my songs under lights