Gasoline and Breakfast

I’m making it down to Texas
On nothing but gasoline and breakfast
My guitars in the backseat
I’m escaping Eaton County

I left my home, I said my goodbyes
I couldn’t even afford to fly
I just wanna sing my songs
And find somewhere that I belong

I’m a singer of songs
A troubadour of tragedy
And I’m just trying to find a home
To raise my family

Stopped in Texarkana
I’m stuck on the AM channel
Checking the rear view mirror
But my destination is clear

If I break down and lose it all
Least I can say I took the fall
I gotta follow my dreams
You’ve got no idea what this means

I’m a singer of songs
A troubadour of tragedy
And I’m just trying to find a home
To raise my family

I've made it down to Texas
On nothing but gasoline and breakfast
Now I sit at home in my old chair
Trying to write something people wanna hear

But I’m still a singer of songs
A troubadour of tragedy
I’m just trying to find a home
To raise my family

Yeah I’m still a singer of songs
A troubadour of tragedy
And I found a home
I gotta raise my family