Burning Man (feat. Brothers Osborne) - Dierks Bentley

I heard you been creeping 'round 'Bout the time that sun goes down You been talking in your sleep And it's been going on for weeks And I been solving puzzle pieces High time to come to Jesus You got skeletons in your closet It's written all over your face Every little lie stacked so high Can't keep your story straight I don't know How they got there, it's getting under my skin Got skeletons in your closet And I got bones to pick with them, oh I was born in the morning But I wasn't born yesterday Deep into your inventory's Gonna send me to an early grave You got skeletons in your closet It's written all over your face Every little lie stacked so high Can't keep your story straight I don't know How they got there, it's getting under my skin Got skeletons in your closet And I got bones to pick with them Yeah, you got skeletons in your closet It's written all over your face Every little lie stacked so high Can't keep your story straight I don't know How they got there, it's getting under my skin Got skeletons in your closet And I got bones to pick with Bones to pick with Bones to pick with them, hey

My skin ain't thin but when I come unhinged I'm a little bit more than crazy Work like a dog but the way I talk Is a little laid back and lazy I'm not a man of many words But my words are as good as gold And you can bet your ass I'll have your back When the rubber meets the road Write that on my headstone Write that on my headstone Off the rails, off the walls Never was the one to back down Gave it hell and I had a ball Like tomorrow was never coming back 'round Live to love and love to live Like the lights are never coming back on Day and night, night and day I did it my way, right or wrong It's a wonder that I made it this long Write that on my headstone Write that on my headstone Yeah, when I'm dead and gone Write that on my headstone Here lies a man who gave a damn Wasn't scared to stand for something Lived it hard and fast in that dash carved between those numbers And if you're reading this You can reminisce but don't cry for me brother Pour enough whiskey on this grave To make it all the way down six feet under Write that on my headstone Write that on my headstone Yeah, when I'm dead and gone Write that on my headstone Yeah Yeah, write that on my headstone Headstone Headstone

Oh, midnight flyer Engineer won't you let your whistle moan Oh midnight flyer I've paid my dues and I feel like travelin' on. A runaway team of wild horses Ain't enough to make me stay So throw your rope on another woman And pull him down your way. Make him into someone To take the place of me Make him every kind of fool You wanted me to be. Oh, midnight flyer Engineer won't you let your whistle moan Oh midnight flyer I've paid my dues and I feel like travelin' on. Maybe I'll stop in Santa Fe Maybe San Antone Any town is where I'm bound Anyway to get me gone. Don't think about me Never let me cross your mind 'Cept when you hear that Midnight lonesome whistle whine. Oh, midnight flyer Engineer won't you let your whistle moan Oh midnight flyer I've paid my dues and I feel like travelin' on. Travelin' on...

My buddies think I'm on the lake Boss thinks I've been sick for days And mama's probably on her way 'Cause I ain't picked up the phone I've been a million places But they're all up in my head Over-drinking, overthinking ever since you left I've been gone, I've been gone I've been sittin' on the couch watching TV all day long All day long, I've been tryin' to figure out how a good thing went wrong Faster than that freight train, farther than that airplane Sadder than a country song Headed down that highway, anywhere but my way Ever since you moved on, I've been gone Took a trip down memory lane Checked into hotel heartbreak Passed rock bottom on the way Without leaving my living room I've been a million places But they're all up in my head Over-drinking, overthinking ever since you left I've been gone, I've been gone I've been sittin' on the couch watching TV all day long All day long, I've been tryin' to figure out how a good thing went wrong Faster than that freight train, farther than that airplane Sadder than a country song Headed down that highway, anywhere but my way Ever since you moved on, I've been gone Yeah I've been gone All the clothes are on the floor All the mail's by the door All the whiskey bottles in my bed All the dishes in the sink All the gas is in the tank All the neighbors probably think I'm dead I've been gone, I've been gone I've been sittin' on the couch watching TV all day long All day long, I've been tryin' to figure out how a good thing went wrong Faster than that freight train, farther than that airplane Sadder than a country song Headed down that highway, anywhere but my way Ever since you moved on, I've been gone (ooh, ooh) I've been gone (ooh, ooh) Gone

It's the keys to your daddy's car It's a night alone 'neath the desert stars It's a five o'clock whistle It's the classroom bell It's a Panama City at the window yell A first kiss after a broken heart We all wanna break the chains Feel the wind against our face Everybody wants the same thing We wanna taste that freedom (freedom) Everybody 'round here wanna taste that freedom (freedom) Freedom, yeah It's a pocket full of folded cash It's telling that boss he can kiss your ass That ticket to your favorite show Getting lost in the rock and roll Close your eyes, hands up high Go on and let it all go, oh We all wanna break the chains Feel the wind against our face Everybody wants the same thing We wanna taste that freedom (freedom) Everybody 'round here wanna taste that freedom (freedom) Freedom, yeah (Freedom) (Everybody 'round here wanna taste that freedom) (Freedom, freedom, yeah) That flag on a solider's sleeve All around the world they know what it means And they all want just a little piece of freedom, yeah That flag on a solider's sleeve All around the world they know what it means And they all want just a little piece of this freedom, yeah We all wanna break the chains Feel the wind against our face Everybody wants the same thing We wanna taste that freedom (freedom) Everybody 'round here wanna taste that freedom (freedom) Freedom, yeah (Freedom) (Everybody 'round here wanna taste that freedom, freedom)

Sometimes the weight of the world that's on my shoulders Is nothing, but the heavy thoughts in my head When they get all twisted up and tangled, I unravel Down a less traveled road, where my soul can be fed When there's no peace to be found I head for hallowed ground I still feel at home up on some lonely hill In the blink of an eye, my head's clear as the sky Like the trees with no breeze, my heart's still Where the world's the way God made it still There's nothing like the sound of a rollin' rocky river To help my worries roll right off my back Let that crisp air take my breath away each morning And dip that mountain sunrise in my coffee black When there's no peace to be found I head for hallowed ground I still feel at home up on some lonely hill In the blink of an eye, my head's clear as the sky Like the trees with no breeze, my heart's still Where the world's the way God made it still In the blink of an eye, my head's clear as the sky And like the trees with no breeze, my heart's still Where the world's the way God made it still Let it stay the way God made it still