Lyrics

(verse 1)
Most just see him as another asphalt cowboy
Another one dried up on dope
Who just saw enough of the promised land
To never give up hope
I dare not ask him any questions
I 'm just a fly on the wall
Hoping for some inner reflection
From the last of a dying breed
Not needing to be prophetic
Just ringing truth indeed

And he rambled like this

(chorus 1)
You punks all think that I'm full of junk
But know these truths cause I lived em
It's along way across Texas a luggin a guitar case
When your only shoes are worn out suede boots
Don't write your songs short screw the nielson report
If its got melody and time then its music
And a ride in the back of a pickup may suck when its raining
Yeah sometimes
Yeah sometimes
Yeah sometimes
Yeah sometimes
Yeah sometimes

It's the only ride you can get

(verse 2)
Well a few minutes later
I was distracted by a brunette in the corner
He slipped out alone into the night
But words never out of mind
The drums beat loudly and echoed proudly that night
None louder than what I heard
Some day I hope there's some punks gathered round me
So I can ramble on about something they think is absurd

And I'll ramble like this

(chorus 2)
You punks all think that I'm full of junk
But know these truths cause I lived em
It's along way across Bama a luggin a guitar case
When your only shoes are worn out suede boots
Don't write your songs short screw the nielson report
If its got melody and time then its music
And a ride in the back of a pickup may suck when its raining
But sometimes
Yeah sometimes
Yeah sometimes
You know sometimes
Yeah sometimes
Yeah sometimes
Yeah sometimes
Yeah sometimes
It's the only ride you can get

The only ride you can get

The only ride you can get