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Faded dreams and blue jeans
Rangers cap, the sweat rings
Theres hole in the sole
Of my favorite boots
Hell Ive been at in a long time
Workin on that, bottom line
And every shirt Ive worn
The collars been blue
One of these days am gonna jump right of that shelf
And hit the ground runnin
At least thats what I keep tellin myself
Ive been sittin on the fence for way too long
Warmin that bench as chance move on,
And believe me,
That aint no way to live
And hes barely gettin by, he really gettin old
And its hard to turn a ranch on rusty bolt
But someday
now somethings gotta give
Busted hands and broken land
And black gold, turned to sand
And the whiskey is the only well thats runnin deep
And the dust devils dancin on the mesa again
At the mercy of that west Texas wind
And the tumbleweeds, well they seem to know more than me
And they always find their way right outta town
They never turn back
They keep on rollin and they dont slow down
Ive been sittin on the fence for way too long
Warmin that bench as chance move on,
And believe me,
That aint no way to live
And hes barely gettin by, he really gettin old
And its hard to turn a ranch on rusty bolt
But someday
now somethings gotta give
Oooh Ive been sittin on the fence for way too long
Warmin that bench as chance move on,
And believe me,
That aint no way to live
And hes barely gettin by, he really gettin old
And its hard to turn a ranch on rusty bolt
But someday
now somethings gotta give
Man Ive been sittin on the fence for way too long
Warmin that bench as chance move on,
And believe me,
That aint no way to live
And hes barely gettin by, he really gettin old
And its hard to turn a ranch on rusty bolt
But someday
somethings gotta give
Somethings gotta give