I get lonesome, sad and lie, I'm riding nameless

Arizona highway, car ride out of desert storm

This fire is kept alive by cowboy poets, stokin' up my soul

This is ashes on the wind

You chase me up and down, from Hell to Sunday

And it don't matter where I go

Push me down here, run me 'round, little darlin'

And I won't bother you no more

And the measure of a man, you won't find on plotted land

'Cause you're lonesome on the highway, and you're restless sitting at home

Walk away from loving hate, and run down that interstate

For it's hard telling your story when your woman knows you're lyin'

Oh, I see it in her eye

You chase me up and down, from Hell to Sunday

And it don't matter where I go

Pin me down here, on the ground, little darlin'

And I won't bother you no more

This time around, and I'm still hoping I can find

The things that I've been searching for, they ain't the things I need

And if I go and sign life away on the dotted line

While steppin' out the doorway, Hell I thank them for the ride

Oh, I thank you for the ride

You chase me up and down, from Hell to Sunday

And it don't matter where I go

Push me down here, run me 'round, little darlin'

And I won't bother you no more