My records got a few stains only a prayer can clean
And I've cost my momma a few years worth of good nights sleep
There's a few mistakes I don't remember
That still ain't forgotten me
Just follow the trail of smoke, thats usually where I'll be
'Cause when it comes to walking the line
I tend to stumble most of the time
More stray than home in these bones
More wrong turns than right
When it comes to my livin'
I do a little more sinnin'
Than Momma'd like
I bet my Angels all have calloused hands
From all the overtime trying to save this man
I probably owe heaven a break
From all the hell I've raised
That's what Momma says anyway
'Cause when it comes to walking the line
I tend to stumble most of the time
More stray than home in these bones
More wrong turns than right
When it comes to my livin'
I do a little more sinnin'
Than Momma'd like
Every prayer she's ever prayed for me
Has gotta be about the only thing thats kept me on my feet
Cause' when it comes to walking the line
I tend to stumble most of the time
More stray than home in these bones
More wrong turns than right
When it comes to my livin'
I do a little more sinnin'
Awe, who am I kidding
I do a lot more sinning
Than Momma'd like