Earl Thomas Conley
Earl Thomas Conley
Earl Thomas Conley
Earl Thomas Conley
Earl Thomas Conley
Earl Thomas Conley
Earl Thomas Conley
Earl Thomas Conley
Earl Thomas Conley
Earl Thomas Conley
There's a hell raising cowboy
In your truck driving heart
You've got the world
Narrowed down to four lanes
But how could diesel blooded horses ever drag you apart
From the only girl who could ever ease your pain?
She would follow your dreams
To the farthest extremes
But she needs more than just someone
To be true to
While it seems you just need someone sane
Who can drive all that noise
From your brain
Well, you can roll on forever
Once you're out on your own
Until you finally catch up to the truth
Then all the signs run together
And boy, you're too far from home
To leave Ruby Ann with the blues
So you can go to extremes
With your truck loving dreams
But now you've just got yourself
To be true to
And it hurts but there's no one to blame
But all of that noise
On your brain