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Bobby's going out tonight, looking for trouble |
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Everybody likes to fight sometimes |
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Heading south on 41, straight for the action |
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Meeting the boys at the county line |
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He kicks it into overdrive, really puts that pedal down |
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Feels so good to be alive, he's had enough of being pushed around |
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Bobby and the boys walk in, the heads start turning |
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They don't like no strangers in this place, no no |
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Everybody's acting tough, words get spoken |
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And someone pulls a knife in |
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Bobby's face |
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He turns away but it's too late, he's gotta face them on his own |
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Left him there to meet his fate, |
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Bobby's never going home |
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Boys cry tough, boys fight dirty |
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Life gets rough, when you're living on a fine line |
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Mary's waiting home tonight, she's dreaming of church bells |
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Bobby says the day is getting near |
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Mary hears the doorbell ring, the blue lights are flashing |
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At 2 a.m. her dreams all disappear |
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Mary's world is turning upside down, she's been left here on her own |
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Her world is spinning 'round and 'round, |
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Bobby's never coming home |
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Boys cry tough, boys fight dirty |
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Life gets rough, when you're living on a fine line |
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He said that soon their lives would be as one |
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Looks like you're gonna be the lonely one |
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Maybe in a year or two, she'll find someone of her own |
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Mary don't you wait around, |
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Bobby's never coming home |
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Boys cry tough, boys fight dirty |
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Life gets rough, when you're living on a fine line |
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Boys cry tough, boys fight dirty |
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Life gets rough, when you're living on a fine line |
