Gotta leave my candlelight burning If it goes out, I will lose it Burn, burn, burn, burn And I've been getting tired of these letters I see you writing on the walls And I've been walking though my own disaster Thinking it's time to move on I don't wanna

Woke up this morning, feel 'round for my shoes, You know 'bout that babe, had them old walkin' blues. Woke up this morning, I feel 'round for my shoes, You know 'bout that babe, Lord, I had them old walkin' blues. Leavin' this morning, I had to go ride

I got the key to the highway, Billed out and bound to go. Walking is most too slow. I'm going back to the border Woman, where I'm better known. You know you haven't done nothing, I'm gonna leave here running Drove a good man away from home. When the moon

Finding strength to call and ask her Roller coaster, favorite ride Let me kiss you one last time I had that dream About you again Where I wait outside Until you let me in And now I'm breathing deeply, walking backwards Breathing deeply, walking backwards

Doc Holiday An outlaw walking through the valley of men Glared with a sunken eye of death Moved his head from side to side and said Come on you gutless slugs fight like a man State your name and business and let's see what you got Another body for the

Do not tell me I've changed You're just raising your standards Do not give me away I am the same, I am the same You're walking taller than you should The air is thin around your beautiful head You're saying things with your mouth to me That I don't

How could I break away from you? Something good will come out of this I lay awake at night envisioning A trace from the past This heavy heart of mine, it never fails To bring me right back Now I see us walking down cedar lane Slowing, the sunshine passed

If I don't go crazy, honey, I'm going to lose my mind Well got up this morning, feeling 'round for my shoes Know about that, I got the walkin' blues I said I got up this morning, I was feeling 'round for my shoes I said you know about that now, I got the

Wanna way out Ghetto walkin' (Ghetto walkin') Streets to find me (Streets to find me) Devil's watching (Devil's watching) They can't hold me down When I was young Nobody told me, don't fall for traps Good will hunt it Now I'm old, in this game

It's a gallon of gas, or a cold six pack One goes in my tank, one comes in a sack But I'll do a lot of walkin' if my motor don't run Makes life complicated when it costs the same Hell it ain't no fun, to do without one It's a tough ol' choice to make if