Whiskey and women
Been treating me fine
I'm over the limit
And I've crossed the line
I've been up I've been down
And I've been on a roll
Life in the city has taken its toll
I belong where the sky never ends
Where the fields and the trees are my friends
Where my woman's got nothing to sing but my praises
And I sleep in the arms of my lord
I wake up each morning in a puddle of sweat
I keep on recalling what I'd like to forget
All the throats that I cut and all the lies that I told
Life in the city has taken its toll
I was raised as the son of the plow
Wiping the sweat from my brow
My harvest has grown from the seeds
That I planted
And my winter looks miserable now
I live on the run in this hell I call home
Destined to reap all the seeds that I'd sewn
I got a heart like a rock but a head like a hole
Life in the city has taken its toll
I belong on my home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day
But my skies get so cloudy all day