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?