This is my life and these are my friends
We're a rowdy group of dreamers, drinkers, and has-beens
Playing music that we love, tossing caution to the wind
Yeah, this is my life and these are my friends

Going down the road in a 12-bunk bus
The a/c's out and the vents blow dust
The bathroom's dirty and the crew ain't showered in days
It's brisket for lunch and pizza at night
Load-in, load-out, "good morning," "good night"
Comin' in hot and leaving in a glory of blaze

This is my life and these are my friends
We're a rowdy group of dreamers, drinkers, and has-beens
Playing music that we love, tossing caution to the wind
Yeah, this is my life and these are my friends

William's loud but he's a good hang
He's the buddy that you want to bring
To your backyard bbq partying all night long
John's an eloquent and pensive writer
Turns a simple phrase into something brighter
Pens it with the ease of an old dance hall savant
Cleto's a poet and we all know it
Worries about the world and tries not to show it
Sings honest words through a soft-spoken Midland drawl
Me, I'm pretty blunt but I've got a good heart
I'm feeling blessed and the craziest part
Is tonight the only place I want to be is here with y'all

This is my life and these are my friends
We're a rowdy group of dreamers, drinkers, and has-beens
Playing music that we love, tossing caution to the wind
Yeah, this is my life and these are my friends

Yeah, this is my life and these are my friends