Motorcycle Drive By

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 trees That woman, she's my baby I will be in Richmond by tonight With so much shame inside me I just want to hide me But they want to 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 The 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 trees That woman, she's my baby I will be in Richmond by tonight With so much shame inside me I just want to hide me They want to hear me sing my songs under lights