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I left home the day I turned eighteen
And mama begged me not to go
I left her crying on the front porch
And then the road became my home
I found a way to make some money fast
A night in a hotel's all I need
I'd read the bible and talk to Jesus
Every night while I cooked speed
Chorus:
Gear and dust turns new to rust
I can't trust the people that I meet
Yeah making gear and dust
I hardly ever get to sleep
Deals were easy in the truck stops
And the dancehalls were the same
Lord I knew it wasn't honest
But I kept on playing Franklin's game
I saved some money and started thinking
That I might head down to the coast
Quit all this over-shoulder looking
And try my luck out on a boat
Chorus
I met a drifter on the highway
I had less cash than he had hate
He left me lying in a bar ditch
Somewhere beside the interstate
When you're dead it's not really over
Some say they've even seen my ghost
At a roadside up in Guthrie
Lord knows that's where I sold the most
Chorus
Making gear and dust
They finally laid me down to sleep
- Album:
- Truckstop Diaries
- Pearl Snaps
- Live and Lit at Billy Bobs
- Somewhere in the Middle
- Mr Music Country 2008-02
- Texas Fed, Texas Bred: Redefining Country Music, Volume II
- Brewed in Texas, Volume 2
- Comal Country Blue
- High in the Rockies: A Live Album
- Hell Bent & Country Bound
- Honky Tonk Time in Red Dirt Country
- When They Come Back We Give Back
- High In The Rockies
- Outlaws Still At Large!: The Music
- Texas Fed, Texas Bred: Redefining Country Music, Vol. 2
- Rancho Alto
- Dark and Dirty Mile