Live to Ride

I ain't got no kind of money
and reefer's running thin
I reach for my wallet
and get nothing but skin.

It's a bitch on the road
but you still won't hear me cryin'.
as back in the world
there was nothin' left but dyin'.

Some want to get on home
but I don't want that at all
The only thing I need
is to get out and roll.

When you try to settle down
you'll start losing your leaves
and stuff that ain't nailed down
will be taken by thieves.

Get moving in the morning,
there's nothing to decide.
You've always known this thing
that you always lived to ride.