[Chorus]
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

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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

[Outro]
Yeah, this is my life and these are my friends