Blacktop eyes and a lonely heart
Ten years playing that drifter's part
Now, its something I can't shake
Empty hands and dusty boots
Making out like this all suits my soul
Just call it rock n roll

Low in the saddle, long in the tooth
My bones start to rattle when that bitter truth rolls round
Like a cold, cold wind
Living in the shadow of a misspent youth
Trying to settle down
Low in the saddle
Long in the tooth

A crescent moon cuts a raven sky
Left end dial, static and hellfire
"Voice of many waters, and mighty thunderings"
Black coffee losing all its heat
Slap my face
Shift in my seat
Watch the night slowly going gray
95 to 17 into another day