Electric Rodeo - Shooter Jennings

It’s been sixteen weeks since I’ve been back home

I make a lot of money I don’t know where it goes

All I know is the guitar and the bottle

My daddy was a loaded gun

He said, «It ain’t no fun living on the run, son»

But everywhere I go trouble seems to follow

So I ride

And I pick my songs at night at the next big show

My friends they come and they go

And love moves a little too slow

When you’re riding with an electric rodeo

I can’t complain, you know I do alright

Singing my songs in a different town every night

Looking for a woman to keep me warm tonight

From California to the dirt of New York

From Dallas, Texas to the streets of Baltimore

Wishing I was home with a little girl of my own

And I ride

I pick my songs at night at the next big show

My friends they come and they go

And love moves a little too slow

When you’re riding with an electric rodeo

Oh, this time will be the last time

Oh, this time will be the last time

So I ride

Yeah, I pick my songs at night at the next big show

My friends they come and they go

And love moves a little too slow

When you’re riding with an electric rodeo

And you ain’t got no place, you can’t rest your bones