Electric Rodeo

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 --- Electric Rodeo - Shooter Jennings