feel it coming like a highball trainBarin' down on

left me with the bluesAnd I know just how

man, that sure is one big old rockIt takes

I'm getting tired of this white bread townSame old people just

lights along the highwayThrowin' shadows in the darkAnd the

drove all night to Billings, MontanaFlew into Utah and

got me all caught upThe way you look tonightWe

got that real good, feel good stuffUp under

can take a lesson from an old coal minerGo

There are walls made of paper, and walls made of stoneAnd

1: Post Malone & Chris Stapleton, Post on the

1: Mike the green-eyed Cheshire Cat is smellin' up

dark whiskeyTellin' white liesOne leads to anotherOn a Saturday nightDon't

Intro: Chloe Troast, Chloe Fineman & Ego ladies. We

your Papa knows what your Mama will never understandHow

I was six, I had two fourty-fivesStrapped to my

can't help about the shape I'm inI can't sing,

1: Morgan told me where I could goJust stopped

woo!Put your hands together for meMmm, feels no place,

want you to know wherever your road wants to