I got a rocket in my pocket
And a dream I love to stab in the back
It's a fine line between broke
And just a little crack
If I don't watch my step
They're gonna have to sweep me up
Just to carry me out

Got fall down drunk lord
In good old ft. worth
Yea the papers down there
Said I gave em' all their moneys worth
But all I can remember
Is a hang over and a dirty shirt
And the miles don't mean a thing
Traveled thousands of em'
For a brass ring
And if I ever get out of this mess
Goin' back home
Where I'm loved the best
I got a rocket in my pocket
And a dream I love to stab int he back
It's a fine line between broke
And just a little crack
If I don't watch my step
They're gonna have to sweep me up
Just to carry me out
And the highway
Was just a bad dream
Like sittin' through a film I've already seen
And if I ever get out of this mess
Goin' back home where I'm loved the best
I got a rocket in my pocket
And a dream I love to stab in the back
It's a fine line between broke
And just a little crack
If I don't watch my step
They're gonna have to sweep me up
Just to carry me out