Wayward Soul

Sittin' on the tailgate of a whiskey dent truck
The honky tonk is shuttin' down and the streets are rolled up
Angelina County is slippin' off to bed
And I'm wide awake with dreams in my head

And this wayward soul has left a great big hole
I could work forever and never fill it up
And that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow
It don't mean a thing to this wayward soul

A postcard from a city pal sayin', "Come try your luck"
My daddy says the crime is high and the cost of livin's up
Wheels turnin' in my head are rollin' me out of town
Well, and my new friend, Highway 10, has got me city bound

And this wayward soul has left a great big hole
I could work forever and never fill it up
And that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow
It don't mean a thing to this wayward soul

And this wayward soul has left a great big hole
I could work forever and never fill it up
And that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow
Just don't mean a thing to this wayward soul