Alright, let's take it to the Bull Creek Tradin' Center
Gonna start a knife fight at Apple Day

Mama keeps sayin' I'm a fool
Been out here beatin' up the highway by that golden rule
If you ain't gettin', you're gettin' got
There's things about the good ol' days I guess she forgot

While I'm bucking my wings like a young oldtimer
Siftin' my sand like a gold miner
Rollin' my bones all over creation
To take my dinner at the gas station

Elders told me to marry young
Then turn around and cry about mistakes that they've done
My fields are fallow, time for toil
Been lookin' for wild flowers all over the world

While I'm bucking my wings like a young oldtimer
Sleepin' in the saddle like a rough rider
Rollin' my bones all over creation
To take my dinner at the gas station

It is what it is, the way they know
They learned the way, but they forgot the way to go
Between the gettin' and the dyin', all you leave behind
Is a pile of memories I've yet to unwind

While I'm bucking my wings like a young oldtimer
Patchin' my copper like a moonshiner
Rollin' my bones all over creation
To take my dinner
To take my dinner
To take my dinner at the gas station