Moving right along to the next big city Highway vagabonds, living like hippies Okay, jump off the exit Truck stop, rest stop, next stop Texas Caravan like a wild west west show I don't care, man, as long as we go Get off one and get on the other Highway,

She found a cowboy And I hear they've settled down somewhere out west west Well I guess it's for the best And I can't forget her Here in Del Rio Nothin' seems to change except the weather She goes runnin' through my mind Like that Rio Grande river winds

In the night, I hear 'em talk The coldest story ever told Somewhere far along this road, he lost his soul to a woman so heartless How could you be so heartless? Oh, how could you be so heartless? How could you be so, cold as the winter wind when it

And the desert that´s dry In a country town Where the map was found When the wagons leave the city For the forest and further on Painted wagon of the morning Dusty roads where they've gone Sometimes travelin´ through the darkness At the summer comin´

She's always looking at me She's such a charmer oh no She stole my karma oh no Sold it to the farmer oh no She's such charmer oh no Born in West West Virginia oh no Married to the preacher oh no

Come talk to me Come on, come talk to me I did not come to steal This all is so unreal Now come on, come talk to me The wretched desert takes its form The jackal proud and tight In search of you I feel my way Through slowest heaving night

My pockets bulging, bulging, poking out just like a pussy print Pussy print, p-pussy print (Mike Will Made It) Bitch stop the comparisons, I'm not these other artistses I'm Gucci Mane, the player, my neck on that real retarded shit Keep a towel with me

Carrying your love with me 'Cause I'm carrying your love with me West West Virginia down to Tennessee I'll be moving with the good Lord's speed It's my strength, for holding on Every minute that I have to be gone I'll have everything I'll ever need Baby all

They're gonna be alright, they're gonna carry on Help from above will come back strong I got faith in us, I got faith in Him The clouds will part and the sun will shine again, amen It's whispered from a tractor on a flat Midwestern plain The fields are

I am the, I am the, I am the sick boy And we can pick sides, but this is us, this is us, this is I live on the west west side of America How many likes is my life worth? I'm from the east side of America They say that I am the sick boy Feed yourself with my