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