I came home and everything was gone
I shoulda known it woulda happened before long
Cuz you were always a rolling stone
You'd stay a week and then you're gone
But I thought we'd finally found a home
Guess I was wrong
So you drive on
Yeah you drive on
Cuz I don't think they make enough whiskey
In the rolling fields out here in Kentucky
To ease my pain, to dry my eyes
To take this hurt out of my mind
But I'll try, cuz baby your the angels envy
It seems like you're always on the run
Flying high like Icarus towards the sun
With every second that your gone, I'm telling myself to be strong
But how the hell can I just hold on
Cuz I don't think they make enough whiskey
In the rolling fields out here in Kentucky
To ease my pain, to dry my eyes
To take this hurt out of my mind
But I'll try, cuz baby your the angels envy
Cuz I don't think they make enough whiskey
In the rolling hills here in Kentucky
To ease my pain, dry my eyes
Take this hurt out of my mind
But I'll try, cuz baby I'm drowning in angels envy
Angels envy