Did you kiss her like you mean it?
Does your co-pilot look like Jesus?
Does your rhyme have a reason?
A couple holes in your guitar?
Is there tequila in your sunrise?
Whiskey River in your baptized?
Some hello in your goodbye?
Was the story worth the scars?
All you cowboys, all you hippies
California to Mississippi
Suits and old hillbillies
It’s a crazy life we’re given
Country backroads to the city
And this ride ain’t always pretty
But on a scale of one to Willie
How high are you livin’?
Make a list there for your bucket
And don’t you dare leave off nothing
Do it all and if you love it
Two times if you can
From the major to the minor
It’s your song, you’re the writer
Make the crowd hold up a lighter
When you strike up the band
All you cowboys, all you hippies
California to Mississippi
Suits and old hillbillies
It’s a crazy life we’re given
Country backroads to the city
And this ride ain’t always pretty
But on a scale of one to Willie
How high are you livin’?
All you cowboys, all you hippies
California to Mississippi
Suits and old hillbillies
It’s a crazy life we’re given
Country backroads to the city
And this ride ain’t always pretty
But on a scale of one to Willie
How high are you livin’?
On a scale of one to Willie
Did you kiss her like you mean it?
Does your copilot look like Jesus?
Does your rhyme have a reason?
A couple holes in your guitar?