Growin' up in a little town
There ain't that much to do
Drinkin' beer and driving trucks
A bad idea that's true
I thought I was invincible at nineteen I guess
Woke up in a fence and I heard
"Sir, you're under arrest"

Now I'm walkin'
You know it's true
I let the liquor get the best of me
My driving days are through
Sixteen hundred dollars later
And my count's still overdue
And I'm walkin' twenty miles to get my SR-22

I never thought I'd be a man
Who did things like I do
I never thought I'd be a fixture on mugshots and a cruise
Now some guy is drawing me as part of his art show
They look at his rendition of my face and then they go

I bet he's walkin'
You know it's true
I let the liquor get the best of him
His driving days are through
Sixteen hundred dollars later
And his count's still overdue
I bet he's walkin' twenty miles to get that SR-22

Every place I go
Now I hide my face in shame
I try get a job but can't 'cause they all now my name
How's a man supposed to work hard enough to pay his dues
Without a job he can't buy no SR-22

Now I'm walkin'
You know it's true
I let the liquor get the best of me
My driving days are through
Sixteen hundred dollars later
And my count's still overdue
And I'm walkin' twenty miles to get my SR-22