They drove out to the desert in a pick up truck
Drank a toast to Parsons then they lit up
Bathed in the moonlight of a cool summer night
They listened to Dylan and talked about life
Until they ran out of whiskey and things to say
A half a tank of gas got?em back to LA
Now they're flying up and down the boulevard
Crawlin up Hollywood and Vine
They're throwing stones and stepping way over the line
They're breaking all the rules tonight
They headed down to Memphis in a cherry red Vette
Signed the wall at Graceland looked around in the jet
Parked up on Union walked down on Beale
Skinny dipped in the ol' Miss just to see how it would feel
Then he asked her to marry him she said ok
Now the old man river will never be the same
They're making love out on the interstate
Swerving in the left lane passing time
They're throwing stones and stepping way over the line
They're breaking all the rules tonight
SOLO
Just a kid from Texas in an old Mustang
Set out with a plan he had a song to sing
He wound up in Nashville with all the drunks and whores
But he's saving face and keeping score
Cause he's on a mission he's got it all
He's got a loud guitar he's kicking down the walls
Cause he's had all he can take from this old town
And with the finger pointed towards the sky
He's throwing stones and stepping way over the line
He's breaking all the rules tonight
He's throwing stones and stepping way over the line
He's breaking all the rules tonight

written by Jon Randall
From Jon Randall "Willin"
Eminent Records 1999
Sony / ATV Music
Jon Randall - vocals / acoustic guitar
Harry Stinson - drums
Dave Pomeroy - bass
Steve Conn - accordion
Jerry Douglas - dobro
Sam Bush - mandolin / harmony
John Cowan - harmony
Scott Vestal - banjo