Makin' My Way (feat. Hank 3, Michael Madsen, & Little Joe)

It’s just a two lane farther down the line in the morning
We can get up and go down the highway
Makin’ my way

We can go fast or slow, just as long as we roll
We can meet in the middle, if you get up and go
Makin’ my way, makin’ my way

Run, run, play the ball
Up to bat and load the bases by myself
They won’t cheer for no one else

They can wait out there
With their bleach blond hair
I know that I don’t care
Why does everybody stare

I’m just a ball in the middle of a crowded room
Someone meeting up for a lunch at noon
Makin’ my way, makin’ my way

It’s just a line all faded on the side of the road
A phone call to make, when I’m feeling real bored
Makin’ my way, makin’ my way

See the reason why
People always cry to get their feelings out
They won’t cry for no one else

Hear that horn honk twice
Making people think that they’re all really nice
When they really pay the price

It’s just a noble old way to make it on the lamb
Fall out of there, when the bacon’s gone bad
Makin’ my way, makin’ my way

Just a band on the run, now the label’s gone bad
Throw it all away, while the paper’s gone mad
Makin’ my way, makin’ my way

Time don’t have a view
Look at someone’s shoes
And know just where they went
Sometimes it’s heaven sent

Look into their eyes
Blow their mind for size
And watch them walk away
They’ll come back another day

You can do it all right or do it all wrong
Count all the blessings in this silly old song
Makin’ my way, makin’ my way

You can stand out naked in the pouring rain
Watch all the drops fall into the drain
Makin’ my way, makin’ my way

It’s just a two lane farther down the line in the morning
We can get up and go down the highway
Makin’ my way

(Break - Drum Fill - Reprise)

Run, run, way too fast
Up to bat and load the bases by myself
They won’t cheer for no one else

They can wait out there
With their bleach blond hair
I know that I don’t care
Why does everybody stare

I’m just a ball in the middle of a crowded room
Someone meeting up for a lunch at noon
Makin’ my way, makin’ my way

It’s just a line all faded on the side of the road
A phone call to make, when I’m feeling real bored
Makin’ my way, makin’ my way

It’s just a two lane farther down the line in the morning
We can get up and go down the highway
Makin’ my way