Fifteen years getting loaded

Fifteen years till his liver exploded

Now whats bob gonna do now that he cant drink?

The doc said, what were you thinkin bout?

Bob said, thats just the point,

I wasnt thinkin bout nothing

Now I gotta do something else to pass the time.

Had someone shave his head

Got a new identity

Sixty-two holed air conditioned boots

And a girl who rides a scooter to take him out of town

They could get away

Riding around, as the trucks drive by

You could here the mother f**kers go...

A couple of lines, an extra thermos of joe

Hell be kickin in heads at the punk rock show, yeah

Bobs the kinda guy who knows just what

Bobs the kinda guy who knows just what to do

When the doctor tells him to

Quit your drinkin, nows the time.

Will he ever walk the line

To all my friends, I feel just great

But will he ever walk the line

Kickin ass and bustin heads

Red suspenders

Once a day he shaves his head

But will he ever walk the line?