Wide Open
I've
been driving nearly 22 days
looking
for some hell to raise
off
the highway at a little old town
she
was waiting like she'd never been found
I
hear the dogwoods cry
troubles
got my eye
and
if I like the deeds she'll do
I
might end before i'm through
Got
to work on keeping all your tools sharp
you
never know when your forehead’s marked
listen
carefully to what I'm going to say
there's
a right one and there's a wrong way
keep
your whining down
I
know you get around
and
your last breath could be here soon
so
just whistle a happy tune
and
I'll be back in a minute
Open
up the pipes and let the waste flow
don't
you think about where you might go
see
the light of the moon on the trees
makes
me numb as I drop to my knees
I
can barely crawl
thought
I had all
if
I let myself stay down
I
won't ever break my ground
and
I'll be back in the minute
Shovel
it up I ain't got time to waste
you
know when the morning comes
I've
got to be long gone
pacing
myself I've got a trophy to win and I'm burning inside
I'm
hoping she's ready to ride
Got
a hair stuck between my teeth
kind
of struggling between the sheets
this
could make me a much better man
got
to get the business quit as I can
She
finds it hard to breathe
choking
on her sleeve
and
if I like the way she cries
I
might leave her with her eyes wide open
Lyrics written by T. Randolph Scott