I wanna drink that shot of whiskey. I wanna smoke that cigarette. I wanna smell that sweet addiction on my breath. I wanna ride 'cross West Virginia. In the back seat of a Cadillac.
I remember the windows rolled down. And the wind in my hair. Driving round in your daddy's old chevy. Like we were goin' some where. We thought that summer.
If you're tellin' me I'm not on fire. You're just preachin' to the choir. I've gotten dull as old barbed wire from livin'. Last night I watched the evening news.