As I walked out on the streets of Laredo. As I walked out on Laredo one day, I spied a poor cowboy wrapped in white linen, Wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay. "I can see by your outfit that you are a cowboy." These words he did say as I boldly

Oh, I walked the line My lips are shakin' my nails are bit off Been a month since I've even heard myself talk Only advantage this life's got on me Picture empty cup in the middle of the sea And I fought back in my mind Never lets me be right, I got

It's a fight to act like you weren't in mind, oh mind Though I swore I washed it off in the waves And I wish I was sorry, damn I wish I was sorry That I don't know how to stay away, stay away Every time we drew our lines They grew legs and walked