Ropin' The Wind

I woke up in my pickup truck for the third time this week
Empty bottle of Jim Beam and my blue jeans around my feet
Some chick was passed out in the passenger side
Don't know where the hell I am, but it must have been a wild ass ride

Here I go again, I'm out here ropin the wind
Creek bank and a cane pole, mud hole on a dirt road
Still trying to find myself again
Ropin the wind, Yeah, I'm Ropin the wind

I got to drinking last night
Went down to the candle light
I tried to start myself a fight
Woke up this morning with the preacher's wife

Here I go again, I'm out here ropin the wind
Creek bank and a cane pole, mud hole on the dirt road
Still trying to find myself again
Ropin the wind, Yeah, I'm Ropin the wind. come on, ropin the wind

I'm gonna tell y'all about it
Just one of them things
Folks say I'm insane
They claim that I'm strange
When something happens around here
I'm the man they blame

Here I go again, I'm out here ropin the wind
Creek bank and a cane pole, mud hole on a dirt road
Still trying to find myself again
Ropin the wind, Yeah, I'm Ropin the wind