Hey pretty baby don't you know it ain't my fault, I love to hear the steel belts hummin' on the asphalt. Wake up in the middle of the night in a truck stop, stumble in the restaurant wonderin' why I don't stop. Well, I gotta keep rockin' why i still can, I got a two pack habit and a motel tan. When my boots hit the boards I'm a brand new man, with my back to the riser I make my stand. One of these days I'm gonna settle down and I'll take you back with me to the Guitar Town.