Some people just can't walk the line
Like the wind they are restless all the time
Searchin' for that elusive peace of mind:
Some people just can't walk the line

He's out on the highway with his thumb in the wind,
A pint of Old Crow on his hip
Unfiltered Camels rolled up in his sleeve,
Last night's fight on his lip

Some people just can't walk the line
Like the wind they are restless all the time
Searchin' for that elusive peace of mind:
Some people just can't walk the line

Honky-tonks and bus stops and cheap old motel rooms,
Painted the lonesome in his eyes
Tonight he'll be sleepin' wherever he lands,
When the Old Crow drops him from the sky

Some people just can't walk the line
Like the wind they are restless all the time
Searchin' for that elusive peace of mind:
Some people just can't walk the line

Tomorrow at daybreak he'll be up and gone,
Over the Mexican line
A girl named Juanita is waiting for him,
To show him one helluva time

Some people just can't walk the line
Like the wind they are restless all the time
Searchin' for that elusive peace of mind:
Some people just can't walk the line