(Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
I got a bus ‘fore I got a house ‘cause that’s what dreams make you do
Hittin’ them neon honky-tonks to play a two-step or two
Two hundred days to a hundred towns, bringin’ boots to a sawdust floor
While this 6 string calls my name, baby, I’ll be missin’ yours
Hang tight honey I’m a white line runnin’
Down a dream on a long-lost highway
Me and this band playin’ one-night stands
For some fans gettin’ straight up sideways
But baby I miss your blue-collar kiss
Just one more day to get through
Hang tight honey got a pocket full of money
And I’m headed straight home to you
(Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
Yeah you can’t hold me and I can’t hold you, from two time zones away
When you’re clocking out yeah I’m clockin’ in, gettin’ ready to hit the stage
Just know they’re singing along to all them songs I wrote about you
And I’ll be savin’ all my lovin’ for you come Sunday afternoon
Hang tight honey I’m a white line runnin’
Down a dream on a long-lost highway
Me and this band playin’ one-night stands
For some fans gettin’ straight up sideways
But baby I miss your blue-collar kiss
Just one more day to get through
Hang tight honey got a pocket full of money
And I’m headed straight home to you
Yeah, I’m comin’ home to you, baby
Hang tight honey
Every good run comes to an end
Hang tight honey
‘Til I’m in your arms again
Hang tight honey I’m a white line runnin’
Down a dream on a long-lost highway
Me and this band playin’ one-night stands
For some fans gettin’ straight up sideways
But baby I miss your blue-collar kiss
Just one more day to get through
Hang tight honey got a pocket full of money
And I’m headed straight home to you
Hang tight honey got a pocket full of money
And I’m headed straight home to you
(Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
I’m headed straight home to you
(Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
I’m headed straight home to you
Other lyrics by Lainey Wilson:
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