Caffeine and Nicotine

I've spent my life on the highway
With one hand on the wheel.
Coffee running through my veins
To keep away the chill.
Lighting my next cigarette
With the butt of the one before.
When this cup and pack is gone
I'll stop and get some more.

Caffeine and nicotine
Are two things that I've found
Caffeine and nicotine
That never let me down.
They keep me company and keep me sane
As I drive from town to town.
Caffeine and nicotine
They never let me down.

Damaged Goods

Could have been, should have been
Was, but it's gone.
I lived my life like
A country song.
I gained it all, but I lost it just as fast.
Parties, money,
Cars and a boat
But I couldn't keep
My head afloat.
Oh, how I wish I could go and change my past.

I was in the right place
At the right time.
The way I lived should have
Been a crime.
But I couldn't see the trees even though I was in the woods.
I bet it all on the
Roll of the dice.
And things sure didn't
Turn out real nice.
Oh, there ain't nothing good about damaged goods.

Everything is gone
But the memories.
But now I'm in the woods
And can see the trees.
I've learned not to go all out when you catch a break.
I live my life
For others now.
Giving them strength
When they're in doubt.
It's so much better to give that it is to take.

I was in the right place
At the right time.
The way I lived should have
Been a crime.
But I couldn't see the trees even though I was in the woods.
I bet it all on the
Roll of the dice.
And things sure didn't
Turn out real nice.
Oh, there ain't nothing good about damaged goods.

Now I can see the trees while I'm in the woods.
Maybe I've found the good in damaged goods.

Don't Call Me

It's painful enough
Not having you here
But the sound of your voice
Still brings me to tears
So meanwhile... don't call me.

You tell me it's time
To go our separate ways
But we could be friends
Again some day
But meanwhile... don't call me.


From a friend to a lover
Then back to a friend again
Has left a void in my heart
That a friend can't mend.
And every time you call to check on me
It gives my heart false security
There might still be a future with me.


I take a step forward
To get back on track
But each time you call
I take two steps back
So meanwhile... don't call me.

Some day I may learn
To live again
Or your memory may haunt me
Till the end
But meanwhile... don't call me.


From a friend to a lover
Then back to a friend again
Has left a void in my heart
That a friend can't mend.
And every time you call to check on me
It gives my heart false security
That there might be a future with me.

Your memory follows me
Like a shadow
I just can't win
It's a losing battle.
So meanwhile... don't call me.

Move on, move on
And free me at last
But I'll always be
A ghost from your past
So meanwhile... don't call me.

From a friend to a lover
Then back to a friend again
Has left a void in my heart
That a friend can't mend
And every time you call to check on me
It gives my heart false security
There might still be a future with me.

So just please stop calling me.........

Eight Second High

He's a bull
Ridin' fool
That's how he gets his kicks
He's been jonesen
For so long
And needs to get his fix

Pickup truck
Is loaded up
He's headin' on down the road.
Got no girlfriend
Got no wife
He don't need that kind of load.

He gets high
Eight seconds at a time.
Ridin' bulls is the highlight of his life.
If the good Lord's willing
And the creek don't rise.
He'll ride them bulls
Till the day he dies.
He's a rodeo junkie
Hooked on eight second highs.

Another town
Another crown
Another buckle for his belt.
He may be bruised
And battered
But oh the joy he felt.

Hotel bar
A cheap cigar
To celebrate his win
Pack it up and
Head out tomorrow
Just to do it all again

He gets high
Eight seconds at a time.
Ridin' bulls is the highlight of his life.
If the good Lords willing
And the creek don't rise
He'll ride them bulls
Till the day he dies
He's a rodeo junkie
Hooked on eight second highs

Yes If the good Lords willing
And the creek don't rise
He'll win that buckle
And take that prize.
He's a rodeo junkie
Hooked on eight second highs

Early Retirement

His boots are shined
His Wranglers pressed
Pearl snapped shirt
And he is almost dressed

Championship buckle
Is upon his belt
To remind us all
Of a joy he felt

Lay his cowboy hat
Across his chest
Now he is dressed
In his Sunday best

And after this service
He will be laid to rest...

Gravel Road

Psychiatrist,
Psychologist,
He might as well be a
Proctologist.
Thinks he knows what's best for me.
I just need to be set free

My remedy is way past due
Gravel Road it's just me and you.
Rocks are flyin' dust is blowin'
With no plan of where I'm goin'
My remedy to lighten up my load
Is a fast drive down a Gravel Road

Hello jeans,
Goodbye blues,
Someone else can fill
My shoes.
It's time to lose this business suit.
I'm putting on my cowboy boots.

My remedy is way past due.
Gravel Road it's just me and you.
Rocks are flyin' dust is blowin'
With no plan of where I'm goin'
My remedy to lighten up my load.
Is a fast drive down a Gravel Road.

Tanks filled up,
Tops put down,
Way past time to leave
This town.
Headed where that blacktop ends.
That's where that Gravel Road begins.

My remedy is way past due.
Gravel Road it's just me and you.
Rocks are flyin' dust is blowin'
With no plan of where I'm goin'
My remedy to lighten up my load.
Is a fast drive down a Gravel Road.

Intentions

I always intended,
To be the husband of her dreams,
But all I ever brought her,
Was loneliness it seems.
She never got to live a life,
Of luxury and frills,
And the money that I sent back home
Would barely pay the bills.

I always intended,
To be the father of the year,
But I spent my whole life chasing
After a rodeo career.
And now the kids are grown and gone
With families of their own.
I just sit here in this lonely bar,
Feeling guilty and alone.

(chorus)
I always had the greatest
Of intentions,
But I lost myself somewhere
Along the way.
And if the road to hell is paved
With good intentions,
Then my road to hell must be
A grand highway.

I wasn't there the day they layed
My father in the ground.
I was riding in Cheyenne for
A record breaking crowd.
And as seven close friends carried him
To his final resting place,
They waited for me,
But there was no trace...

Now I'm too ashamed to show my face...

'Cause I always had the greatest
Of intentions.
I just lost myself somewhere
Along the way.
And if the road to hell is paved
With good intentions.
Then my road to hell must be
A grand highway.

Yes, that road must be a well paved grand highway.