Intro: (repeat this twice, then pick up the pace) I've got the western stars to guide me Dixie sweet and low all night long I can hear those fiddles high above me A woman smiles as I sing my song I've stood in line I've earned my keep But I can't stop for my destiny A neon sign calls me to sleep But I'm wide awake so I roll on Travelin' man, ride as far as I can stand My moma cries for the life I choose I need a beer but it's too damn far away from here And I have no time to sing the blues. And i know i drink more than i should but i cant slow down for my destiny lord knows i'd stop if i could but the saints of old lift their glass to me Chorus