One two three four One two It's a motorcycle drive by Baby, dry your kind eyes I think it’s about time we headed home Walking on such tight rope, with my damn high hopes Country boys don’t die alone Reading poetry under shade tree That woman, she's my baby I will be in Richmond by tonight With so much shame inside me I just wanna hide me But they wanna hear me sing my songs under lights It’s a motorcycle drive by Baby, dry your kind eyes I think it’s about time we headed home Walking on such tight rope, with my damn high hopes Country boys don’t die alone Everyday's so fleeting and I have been trying to save it while I can The look on her face all these hot humid days And the boys in my damn band It’s a motorcycle drive by Baby, dry your kind eyes I think it’s about time we headed home Walking on such tight rope, with my damn high hopes Country boys don’t die alone Reading poetry under shade tree that woman she's my baby I will be in Richmond by tonight with so much shame inside me I just wanna hide me They wanna hear me sing my songs under lights