And some of them never come home. And I only come home when I'm done. And if everything's right, then I'll be home Friday night, Six hours ahead of the sun. But trouble just don't taste the same tonight. And the local lovelies dance before your eyes.
Some folks drink when they're happy, Other folks drink when they're dry.
And some other drink until they die. But the devil has a list of those who run. Run, win, place, and show, and nowhere to go, And six hours ahead of the sun. Run, win, place, and show and nowhere to go, And six hours ahead of the sun. David put down his head and he covered his face, He asked himself why he had bothered to race With the sun.