Lyrics

This rig’s long-time running but alone I drive.
I’m dying to ditch it, rest my eyes for a while
cause I’ve been dragging a mess since exit 95.
Hauling fence post holes with one black eye.
Just another dead head from the Dirty Side.

Trucking a load that’s weighing on me.
But it ain’t freight I’m carrying, just this ring you see
and thoughts of a girl who wouldn’t marry me.
So there ain’t nothing left that could make me bleed
cause there ain’t nothing left – no more blood in me.

But you can hitch a ride if you’re on my route.
Hop on up inside tell me what’s knocked you down.
Road-worn heartache is our currency now.
500 miles to Reno, so let it out.
We got time and troubles, let it out.

I ain’t seen no one since Bright Lights,
so the price of riding shotgun is fair, alright?
If you’re gonna be hitching with me, just talk through the night.
We’ll keep the shiny side up and pray for no bear bites.
Drinking hundred mile ‘til we hit daylight.

This stretch is straight, I’m not raking the leaves.
No one’s shooting our backs, we ain’t got no 10-33.
So share your worries, lay it all on me.
There’s nothing but salt lakes surrounding us we
got plenty of space, so drain your woes for free.

You can hitch a ride if you’re on my route.
Hop on up inside tell me what’s bringing you down
Road-worn heartache is our currency now.
500 miles to Reno, so let it out.
We got time and troubles, let it out.

I’m an expert in down and out.
And I can see there’s something that’s got you hanging around
this truck stop and the sandbox on the edge of town.
So don’t check for rubbernecks,
just grab your pack cause I’m about to head out.

Yeah, you can hitch a ride if you’re on my route.
Hop on up inside tell me what’s bringing you down.
Road-worn heartache is our currency now.
500 miles to Reno, so let it out.
Yeah, you can hitch a ride cause you’re on my route.
Hop on up inside and let your tears fall down.
Painful stories are our currency now.
500 miles to Reno.
500 miles to Reno.
500 miles to Reno.
500 miles so spill it or get out.