Lights on the dash, a bottle in the seat,
This country road knows too many of my secrets.
Tired of this fake life — listen close. Rollin’ slow in my Ford F-150, headlights cut the dark,
Radio’s low, heart’s loud — another whiskey-marked spark.
Tired of this fake life, smiles that don’t mean a thing,
Plastic friends, hollow laughs, the choir that don’t sing.
I pour another shot, try to drown the day away,
Mama’s words in the backseat, but I ignore what she say.
Country air through the window, city scars in my mind,
Lookin’ for a woman who’ll love me for what she’ll find. Whisky on the dashboard, tears on the dash,
Drunk driving midnight, runnin’ from the past.
Tired of this fake life, wanna find what’s real,
A woman by my side who knows how I feel.
Ford rumblin’ through the night, searchin’ through the dark,
Light me up with honest love and heal this broken heart. I been chasin’ smoke, bottle after bottle, a loner’s parade,
Passing farm gates, neon sin, where my debts were made.
Town talk says I’m rough, but they don’t know my pain,
They clap when I’m loud, turn away when it rains.
I should pull over, stop this reckless ride,
But pride is a chain and the bottle’s where I hide.
Tryna find me a woman who can keep me home,
Not another cheap smile, but a place where I won’t roam. Late-night confessions to the roadside grass,
Brakes squeal in my dreams, thinkin’ ’bout the crash.
I ain’t lookin’ for angels — just someone who won’t lie,
A hand that holds hard, not just a pretty alibi.
Promise me mornings, coffee and quiet, real things,
Not the flashing cameras or fake diamond rings.
I’m tired of the pretense, tired of this stage,
Gimme honest mornings, gimme one true page. Whisky on the dashboard, tears on the dash,
Drunk driving midnight, runnin’ from the past.
Tired of this fake life, wanna find what’s real,
A woman by my side who knows how I feel.
Ford rumblin’ through the night, searchin’ through the dark,
Light me up with honest love and heal this broken heart. Tonight I nearly lost it all — a guardrail and a prayer,
Felt the cold metal hug and heard the angels stare.
Said I’d change tomorrow, but real change starts now,
Lay the bottle down, learn to breathe, learn to bow. So I quit drivin’ drunk, pulled my F to the side,
Called a cousin for a ride, wiped my shame and pride.
Still tired of the fake life, but I’m tryin’ for truth,
Searchin’ for that woman who sees the man, not the roof.
Whisky’s in the past now, engine hums a new prayer,
Country roads, honest love — I’m learnin’ to care. Whisky on the dashboard, dust on the dash,
No more drunk driving, I’m leavin’ the past.
Tired of this fake life, I’ll find what’s real,
A woman who stays, who helps me heal.
Ford rollin’ toward sunrise, heart repair at last,
From whiskey nights to morning lights — I’m done with gas.
