I been running wide open so long I cant recall This life aint stunning when your backs against the wall Aint no love for the city cause shes always been getting me down Aint got no pity, going to head for a western town [Chorus] Just ramble on with the gas pedal steady Got a lot on my mind and you know that Im ready For another shot of whiskey and another goround Wake me up when we make the next town My jeans aint pressed my shirt aint clean My chaps are creased and Im feeling mean Just stab her in the neck, and pitch it to the sky Lt me roll on because this is my high Wll Ive hit the highways and Ive hit the rodeo Done it my way and I aint got much to show Got some miles to run and its always going to be a fight You aint cowboy son unless you gonna fly by night [Chorus] And I ramble on with the gas pedal steady Got a lot on my mind and you know that Im ready For another shot of whiskey and another goround Wake me up when we make the next town My jeans aint pressed my shirt aint clean My chaps are creased and Im feeling mean Just stab her in the neck, and pitch it to the sky Let me roll on because this is my high [Chorus] Ramble on with the gas pedal steady Got a lot on my mind and you know that Im ready For another shot of whiskey and another goround Wake me up when we make the next town My jeans aint pressed my shirt aint clean My chaps are creased and Im feeling mean Stab her in the neck, and pitch it to the sky Let me roll on cause this is my high
creased, goround, chap, stab, pitch