It's been 16 months 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 livin' 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

Now I can't complain I do alright

Singin' my songs in a different town every night

Lookin' for a woman to keep me warm tonight

From California to the dirt of New York

From Dallas, Texas to the streets of Baltimore

Wishin' I was home with a little girl of my own

And I ride