They see our Silver Eagle slowing down
We pull in a diesel up and folks all gather round
They know we're from Nashville and they wonder who it is
Some folks are dying to live like this

Tonight we play in Austin at the JC Rodeo
Then it's eat and sleep away the many miles still at the go
There's a TV show in Charleston we can't afford to miss
Some folks are dying to live like this

They can't see the storm for the stars in their eyes
They think this life is one big bed of roses
They don't see the troubles of the problems in our lives
That don't start until the curtain closes
Some folks are dying to live like this

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I see some good friends wasted from the things they drink and take
They're high and low and in between and waitin' for the break
That old healing hand of time Lord is turning to the fist
Some folks are dying to live like this

They can't see the storm for the stars in their eyes...

I guess that's life but I can't help but wonder why it is
Some folks are dying to live like this