"Richmond County Line" lyrics

When I get back from Roanoke, will you tell me what I missed?
Yeah, I was trying to make a name and I missed you and the kids
And I hope I didn't miss too much 'cause I'll be gone again in time
And I'll be packing all my things, heading for the Richmond county line

There's a whisper in a St. Ives breeze that reminds me of the thought
Of that old rail-working truck that I'd run till it was hot
And an eighty-hour work week couldn't compete with these damn strings
That I pluck away all damn night till the dreaded alarm clock rings

I'll never forget my first chance in a nickel-rusted town
I played for minimum wage while I drank their whiskey down
The next morning, I woke with a hangover that I didn't quite deserve
And a scratch on the roof of my mouth, though I didn't possess a nerve

And I love the thought of going back there, but I can't stand planes
And I long for the taste of red dirt dust like drugs running through the veins
And I've grown accustomed to all the things that I don't think that I've earned
But those long, long days of broken dreams and the lessons that I've learned

But when I get back from Roanoke, please say goodbye
I was trying to make a name and you were trying to start the life
And I know me, it's way too much, and without me, you'll be just fine
So I'll pack all of my things and head for the Richmond county line

Richmond county line