Good at Gone (single)

A million stars dance with the tail lights in my windshield
I send a prayer out on the wind
Nothing but FM and a Martin in this pickup
Still I can’t help but grin

Don’t know if I’ve been down this stretch of asphalt before
It’s bound to lead to better days
Cause everywhere I’ve been was just another slammed door
The next town can’t be the same

Ooooh
I don’t look out the back to where the hurt is
Ooooh
The bridges all burned down that lead to home
Ooooh
I ain’t no good for how my mama raised me
Ooooh
And I’m just so good at gone

I don’t go round the world just looking for trouble
But I find trouble just the same
Even though Eisenhower built these lonesome highways
From the lonesome I’m to blame

Ooooh

Ooooh
I don’t look out the back to where the hurt is
Ooooh
The bridges all burned down that lead to home
Ooooh
I ain’t no good for how my mama raised me
Ooooh
And I’m just so good at gone

Oooh and I'm just so good at gone