It's in the back of your truck Everything that you could need to go and catch a stroke of luck To get the fuck away and leave the lack of sleeping in the dust I've seen you hitting the sauce again Nowhere enough to make a scene The aching never ends A spiked drink becomes serene But when I say you've got some patience I couldn't be anymore sincere Oh what I'd do to be complacent With all the shit going on this year You won't offend anyone if you took your own advice for once You'd tell me pack your bags Don't pick the scabs Dust off your knees And step away for a while Cause I wanna know You went west for the winter I wanna hear That your boy's doing better I wanna be told it's true even if it's through The grapevine Just head for the hills And sit by the fire Watch all the snow Pile up on the tires On the truck that'll take you way from it all Big Iron