He spent fifteen years getting loaded,
Fifteen years 'till his liver exploded
Now what's bob gonna do now that he can't drink?
The doctor said, "what were you thinkin' 'bout?"
Bob said, "That's just the point,
I wasn't thinkin' 'bout nothing
Now i gotta do something else
To pass the time."
Had someone shave his head got a new identity
Sixty-two holed air conditioned boots
And a girl who rides a scooter
To take him out of town
They would get away riding around,
As the trucks drive by
You could here the motherfuckers go...
A couple of lines, an extra thermos of Joe
He'll be kickin' in heads at the punk rock show
Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what
Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what to do
When the doctor tells him to
"Quit your drinkin', now's the time."
Will he ever walk the line
To all my friends, I feel just great
But will he ever walk the line
Kickin' ass, bustin' heads red suspenders
Once a day he shaves his head
But will he ever walk the line?
Will he ever walk the line?
Will he ever walk the line?
Will he ever walk the line?