I've been everywhere, still I'm standing tall
I play for keeps 'cause I might not make it back Sometimes you tell the day by the bottle that you drinkĪnd times when you're alone, well, all you do is thinkĪnd I walk these streets, a loaded six-string on my back The people I meet always go their separate ways Sometimes I sleep, sometimes it's not for days I'd drive all night just to get back home It's all the same, only the names will changeĪnother place where the faces are so cold