Like Ida

When you wake in the morning and I’m not by your side,
just know that I’m halfway to Dallas,
I’m stoned out my mind, I’m half buzzed ‘bout full time since you left me to die here last August,
When you make it to Nashville, you can tell by one hat tilt, that that shit just ain’t my scene,
I like out of tune guitars, taking jokes too far and my bartenders extra damn mean,

So roll where you’re rolling,
I’ll be praying you’re fine,
Wherever you’re going,
Stay walking that line,
‘Cause they’ll eat and they’ll spit ya’,
But you’re not their fool,
They don’t know ya’ like ida,
Back home on barstools,

I’m out on the road, when I’m going I go,
I make music with all of my friends,
I miss your silhouette, catching coastal sunsets,
And the sound of that rusty door hinge,
But that days bound to come when I finish this run,
And I’m rolling right into your arms,
And that bullshit you see on the late night TV
is a long way from our beating hearts,

So roll where you’re rolling,
I’ll be praying you’re fine,
Go where you’re going,
Stay walking that line,
‘Cause they’ll eat and they’ll spit ya’,
But you ain’t their fool,
They don’t know ya’ like ida,
Back home on barstools,

So roll where you’re rolling,
I’ll be praying you’re fine,
Wherever you’re going,
Stay walking that line,
‘Cause they’ll eat and they’ll spit ya’,
But you ain’t their fool,
They don’t know ya’ like ida,
Back home on barstools

Best guitarist of all time, member of the band: Chris Braun