Renter's Life

Oh I might live in Southern California I might have a Texas heart But sitting on the porch, breeze passes through A fiddle keeps time to a glass of booze And I think I see riders on the storm In the sky if I squint real hard Have the best wasting time that I have Losing myself in the love of this land After all that's said and done Still waiting for your call to come Sleepwalking with all those lights on Always walking towards you Oh I built my basement to a honky tonk Where the fellas have a couple laughs Stories get bigger every hour on I'm wrestling snakes in the Amazon Well we might get rusty or out of line But we'll never be bitter or sad Gave up pretending long ago I left those phonies for this one true home After all that's said and done Still waiting for your call to come Sleepwalking with all those lights on Always walking towards you Oh I might live in Southern California I might have a Texas heart But sitting on the porch, breeze passes through A fiddle keeps time to a glass of booze