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 mortgaged 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 behind 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 became 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 getting 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 pains,But something keeps him moving, living on through the nightBut as the night approaches, a change is in the air,His heart is pumping fast, he's got no cares.The music befriends him, it can take him anywhere.It's a honky-tonk engagement,But there'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 more 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 head is held high but his heart is on its knees.