Bojangles and the Jones

My best friend’s a moral hazard, like a bomb he breathes
I shake my jealous head at him at the life he gets to lead
Well he laughs and points at progress and I think about my home
He’s in the back seat of some pick up truck, I gotta pass through student loans
But that truck it rides with passion, like a Pentecostal’s prayer
With hand-me-down PA in the middle of nowhere
His name is on the marquee outside a Texas bar
Enjoys his free gas and beer as he stares up at the stars
In the home of the brave I cower
In the land of the free he roams
While he’s runnin' 'round with the Bojangles
I’m runnin' behind the Jones
Well he’s got a girl at home she’s prayin' one day he might stop
He’ll jump back in her wagon without knockin' all the wheels off
She understands his search and lovin' him ain’t no stretch
Because all a girl really wants is a man she has to catch
In the home of the brave I cower
In the land of the free he roams
While he’s runnin' 'round with the Bojangles
I’m runnin' behind the Jones
Well I make an honest livin' and these toys are gettin' fun
But I just can’t help but thinkin' about the damage we’d have done
Two Desperados searchin' for a whiskey filled smoke train
Instead of this high rise and blue eyes cryin' in the rain
In the home of the brave I cower
In the land of the free he roams
While he’s runnin' 'round with the Bojangles
I’m runnin' behind the Jones
In the home of the brave I cower
In the land of the free he roams
While he’s runnin' 'round with the Bojangles
I’m runnin' behind the Jones
Yeah I’m runnin' behind the Jones