He spent fifteen years getting loaded Fifteen years until his liver exploded Now what's Bob gonna do Now that he can't drink? The doctor said, "What ya been thinkin' about?" Bob said, "That's the point, I wanna think about nothing Now, I've got to do something else..." "... to pass the time" He had someone shave his head He got a new identity Sixty-two-holed air-cushioned boots And a girl who rides a scooter To take him out of town They would get away Running around As the trucks drive by You could hear the motherfuckers play A couple of lines, an extra thermos of Joe He'll be kicking in heads at the punk rock show 'Cause Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what to do When the doctor tells him to: "Quit your drinking, now's the time" But will he ever walk the line? To all my friends, "I feel just fine" Will he ever walk the line? Will he ever walk the line? Will he ever walk the line? Will he ever walk the line? Will he ever walk the line? (Will he ever walk the line? Will he ever walk the line? Will he ever walk the line? Will he ever walk the line?) Will he ever walk the line?