Fifteen years getting loaded
  Fifteen years 'till his liver exploded
  Now what's Bob gonna do now that he can't drink?
  The Doc said, 'What were you thinkin' 'bout?'
  Bob said, 'That's just the point,
  I wasn't thinkin' 'bout nothing
  Now I gotta do something else to pass the time.'
  Had someone shave his head
  Got a new identity
  Sixty-two holed air conditioned boots
  And a girl who rides a scooter to take him out of town
  They could get away
  Riding around, as the trucks drive by
  You could here the mother fuckers go...
  A couple of lines, an extra thermos of Joe
  He'll be kickin' in heads at the punk rock show, yeah
  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 drinkin', now's the time.'
  Will he ever walk the line
  To all my friends, I feel just great
  But will he ever walk the line
  Kickin' ass and bustin' heads
  Red suspenders
  Once a day he shaves his head
  But will he ever walk the line?