Dried Up

I done bought some me some fancy boots.

Dried Up

I shadow my face with this dusty hat,
‘cause my skin looks like a western map. 
I eat my easy sup, poor whiskey in my cup.
They say I’m all dried up.

I laid my money down for this Econovan.
I got this road up ahead and wonderin’ plan.
I might just look up and old friend,
revisit them good old days again.

I done bought some me some fancy boot…