I hear the clock a buzzin'
But it's barely light outside.
I know I have to hurry...
Tonight I have to ride.My entries are in Houston,
I'm in San Angelo...
In a cut-rate, run-down Motel,
With a lot of miles to go.
I guess I've hit a cold streak,
Been drawing up real bad.
That fall I had last April-
Used up all the dough I had.
Burger deals, and greasy fries-
A lot of chips and dip...
Sleeping in a roadside park,
Almost every trip.
Motels when I'm winning-
Back seat when I ain't.
I'll ride while I'm still able,
Till the time comes that I cain't.
My story has no moral-
Nor wisdom to impart...
I guess that I'm just writing,
Things that I have on my heart.
I called the wife on Tuesday,
She sounded mighty down.
I guess she's pretty lonely,
When I am not around.
She's having problems with the well,
Our brood mare lost her colt.
The television bit the dust,
Thank's to a lightning bolt.
When she told me that she loved me,
She was holding back a tear,
I told her, "Things are lookin' up-
I'll win it all next year."