Driving down the road of guilt, the highway that never, ends taking naps in my old car, singin in guitar bars, killin time at cafe queens, and truckers playing slot machines, iI meet a lot of wannabes dreaming big and living free like me

Charlie runs a produce shack, living in a van out back
selling peas and homemade surfs
cantelopes and elvis shirts bragging on future plans with whisky breath and shaky hands, I meet a lot of wannabes dreaming big and living free like me

wearing wrinkled travel clothes
to another one night show cause thats where I was born to be,
half guitar with travel light
Here today and gone tonight
playing this lifetime lottery

heres the faces i have seen
a carnival of those who dream
rodeos seeking thing
table dancers I can't name
willy t and abeline
Karaoke's all time king
and a ever six string wannabe
dreamin big and livin free like me

wearing wrinkled travel clothes to another one night show,
cause thats where i was born to be,
half guitar with travel light,
here today and gone tonight
playin this lifetime lottery

to every dreamer i have know may the luck take you home
i pray for every wannabe
dreaming big and living free like me

i pray for every wannabe dreaming big and living free

like me

living free like me
living free like meee
living free like meee