Did you kiss her like you mean it?

Does your co-pilot look like Jesus?

Does your rhyme have a reason?

A couple holes in your guitar?

Is there tequila in your sunrise?

Whiskey river in your baptize?

Some hello in your goodbye?

Was the story worth the scars?

All you cowboys, all you hippies

California to Mississippi

Suits and old hillbillies

It's a crazy life we're given

Country backroads to the city

And this ride ain't always pretty

But on a scale of one to Willie

How high are you livin'?

Make a list there for your bucket

And don't you dare lеave off nothing

Do it all and if you love it

Two times if you can

From thе major to the minor

It's your song, you're the writer

Make the crowd hold up a lighter

When you strike up the band

All you cowboys, all you hippies

California to Mississippi

Suits and old hillbillies

It's a crazy life we're given

Country backroads to the city

And this ride ain't always pretty

But on a scale of one to Willie

How high are you livin'?

All you cowboys, all you hippies

California to Mississippi

Suits and old hillbillies

It's a crazy life we're given

Country backroads to the city

And this ride ain't always pretty

But on a scale of one to Willie

How high are you livin'?

On a scale of one to Willie

Did you kiss her like you mean it?

Does your copilot look like Jesus?

Does your rhyme have a reason

And a couple holes in your guitar?