Lyrics

A runaway on a highway, heading south on I-65
I got my van stocked up and my mind made up on how I wanna be remembered when I die
I’ve been pounding it hard for the last three years with a little help from my friends
but it’s time I set out, look up past the clouds I ain’t gonna be another has been

Cuz there’s a million ‘singer of songs’ who all claim to be headstrong
With a Gibson in their hand and a five piece band
And a bark we call our own
Many have come many have gone many today are well known
I just wanna be one of the many with a badass Headstone

Now I ain’t looking to impress anybody when I’m dead believe me that’s not how I am
But a few poetic words, be chiseled and be heard, would make me a peaceful resting man
A vagabond dreamer, a rhymer, and a singer, Waylon was beloved by the world
And Johnny’s got a Psalm which he depended on and he’s buried right beside his girl

And there’s a million ‘singer of songs’ who all claim to be headstrong
With a Gibson in their hand and a five piece band
And a bark we call our own
Many have come many have gone many today are well known
I just wanna be one of the many with a badass Headstone

Yea it may sound a little crazy that I’m thinking ‘bout my death but we all got visions and goals
I just wanna be remembered as a never self- centered man with a badass looking Headstone

Cuz there’s a million ‘singer of songs’ who all claim to be headstrong
With a Gibson in their hand and a five piece band
And a bark we call our own
Many have come many have gone many today are well known
I just wanna be one of the many with a badass Headstone