Me And Waylon

Flying down a highway

It's just me and Waylon

Hanging on every line

Every rhyme has me swaying

I know he's a long time gone

But I still believe every word he's saying

Riding down a highway

Just me and ol' Waylon 

Every now and then my mind slips away

Looking back to remember

My favorite two bit whore

I can't believe I ever loved her

Guess, because I don't anymore

That old lines getting longer

My bedroom's a revolving door

Still every now and then I remember

My favorite two bit whore

Big Bertha back in Beaumont

She still turns me on

Like a shotgun whiskey chaser

And a Billy Joe Shaver song

Freight trains and cocaine

And blue eyes crying in the rain

Aching with a freedom

That borders on insane

But nothing does a damn thing for me

Like Kris Kristofferson

That old phones a ringing

Everybody wants to play

I don't mind'em coming 

But everybody wanna stay

If you ain't got no cash

Then you can't afford to pay

Still I don't mind you coming

But you can't afford to stay

Flying down a highway

It's just me and Waylon

Hanging on every line

Every rhyme has me swaying

I know he's a long time gone

But I still believe every word he's saying

Riding down a highway

Just me and ol' Waylon