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Faded dreams and blue jeans A Rangers cap with sweat rings There's a hole in the sole of my favorite boots Well I've been at it a long time Working on that bottom line And every shirt I've worn, The collar's been blue. One of these days I'm gonna jump right off that shelf And hit the ground runnin' At least that's what I keep telling myself. [Chorus: x3] I've been sittin' on the fence for way too long Warming that bench as chance moves on And believe me, that ain't no way to live. And this barely gettin' by is really gettin' old And it's hard to turn a wrench on a rusty bolt But someday something's gotta give. Busted hands and broken land And black gold turned to sand And the whiskey's the only well that's running deep Yeah the dust devils dancin' on the mesa again At the mercy of that west Texas wind And the tumbleweeds, they seem to know more than me. Letras de canciones Oh they always find their way right out of town They never turn back, They keep on rolling and they don't slow down. [Chorus: x3] From Letras Mania