High Ridin’ Heroes

Daylight or midnight
Red eyes and that old hat
Whiskey-bent and busted flat
Shes a credit to her flaws
Shes a bad risk, but a good friend
Small change and loose ends
She only regrets that she mightve been
A little faster on the draw

Those old high ridin heroes
Theyre anywhere the wind blows
Shes been to hell and Texas
And she knows how it feels
To be ridin that hot streak
And drunk on some back street
Falling off the wagon
And under the wheels

Time was when she was queen
Now the rodeos just this old girls dream
The highs are few and far between
The lows get the rest
These old hard times aint nothin new
Once youve done the best you can do
You just tip your hat to the wild and blue
And you ride off to the west

Those old high ridin heroes
Theyre anywhere the wind blows
Shes been to hell and Texas
And she knows how it feels
To be ridin that hot streak
And drunk on some back street
Falling off the wagon
And under the wheels

Those old high ridin heroes
Theyre anywhere the wind blows
Shes been to hell and Texas
And she knows how it feels
To be ridin that hot streak
And drunk on some back street
Falling off the wagon
And under the wheels