Lyrics:

Well, he's drinking down the bourbon like it was soda pop,Trying to quell a feeling he knows ain't gonna stop;He's mo
rtgaged out his blood for one more chance to breath~He had the D. T. 's for breakfast, the shakes till noon,He picked up his
bag and left his motel room;His head is held high but his heart is on its knees.Well, he packed his guitar and his bar-room
tan,Gotta get some miles behind him as fast as he can;Another destination, some P!ace else to play.Well, he left a life be
hind him in some old trailer park.They tried to make it work; it was ruined from the start.He had to shake the rust; it becam
e time to leave.It's a honky-tonk engagement,But there's no better place to play.His face feels like crazy pavement,It's g
etting more lined every day.Well, he's gonna write a letter and try to explain.She says he's too old to have these growing p
ains,But something keeps him moving, living on through the nightBut as the night approaches, a change is in the air,His hea
rt is pumping fast, he's got no cares.The music befriends him, it can take him anywhere.It's a honky-tonk engagement,But th
ere's no better place to play.His mind feels like crazy pavement,He's getting crazed out every day.Well, he's drinking down
the bourbon like it was soda pop,Trying to quell a feeling he knows ain't gonna stop;He's mortgaged out his blood for one mo
re chance to play.He had the D. T's for breakfast, the chills till noon,He packed his guitar and left his motel room;His he
ad is held high but his heart is on its knees.