Chorus: D# A# It's a motorcycle drive by, baby dryin' kind eyes F Gm I think it's about time we headed home D# A# Walkin' on such tight rope with my damn high hopes F Gm Country boys don't die alone A# Readin' poetry under shade tree, that woman D# she's my baby A# F I will be in Richmond by tonight A# D# With so much shame inside me, I just wanna hide me A# F But they wanna hear me sing my songs under lights Chorus: It's a motorcycle drive by, baby dry your kind eyes I think it's about time we headed home Walkin' on such tight rope with my damn high hopes That country boys don't die alone Every day's so fleetin' and I've been tryin' To save it while I can Look on her face all these hot humid days And the boys in my damn band Chorus: It's a motorcycle drive by, baby dry your kind eyes I think it's about time we headed home Walkin' such a tight rope with my damn high hopes Country boys don't die alone Readin' poetry under shade tree, that woman she's my baby I will be in Richmond by tonight With so much shame inside me, I just wanna hide me They wanna hear me sing my songs under lights | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA# D# F Gm |