If the guitar stinks, it's because my fingers are falling off. I went boys on the road tonight, got a gig out here in Denver. Finally found out the hard way that all good things take time, friend. Heard the pain of a lost soul, sing his songs true. Make a southern boy cry, turn a northeast man confused. And I woke with a fever, sweatin' oceans again. It's me as in hotel rooms, but I do not recognize them. Maybe it's the feelin' that I get in my sleep, that all the memories in my mind are only mine to keep. How we doin', Red Rock? I wanna ride that K-10 away by the wind, sleep next to the river here rushin' again. Give my no good soul back to where it belongs, and do my best to keep truth in the songs. Do my best to keep truth in the songs. And all of my old friends miss havin' me around, but highways work both ways, and I can't stand the liars in town. So if you need me, you can find me slightly out of control, cause highway boys don't rest and don't hang hands till they're home. Highway boys on the road tonight got a gig out here in Denver. They finally found out the hard way that this sound I got is my thing. I wanna ride that K-10 away by the wind, sleep next to the river here rushin' again. Give my no good soul back to where it belongs, and do my best to keep truth in the songs. Do my best to keep truth in the songs. So if you need me, call. If you're in love, fall. Just know that highway boys don't stick around at all. Thank you guys so much!