Theory of a Deadman

Angel

Blow

Childhome Tennessee

“You ever have your buddies tell you ‘Man, don’t even try it. She’s way outta your league.’
You know the type the kind of girl who walks in the room and suddenly every guy forgets what he was talkin’ about and you’re just standin’ there, tryin’ to remember how to breathe.
But sometimes, fellas, you just gotta take that shot.
‘Cause every once in a while, that high-heeled, wine-sippin’, city-light kinda girl
might just fall for the boots, the truck, and the small-town grin.
This next one’s for all the dreamers who went for it anyway 
for the ones who didn’t listen when their friends said, ‘You don’t stand a chance.’
It’s called You’re Out of My League.”


Out of My League

Title: Wanted by the Road (Live)

Preamble:
This track captures the spirit of the traveling musician, a soul bound to the highway, to the stage lights, and to the fleeting applause of a thousand strangers. Each verse traces a lifetime of worn boots, empty rings, and endless miles, where love and loneliness trade places like day and dusk. The song stands as a testament to every drifter who’s ever found home in the hum of an engine and the echo of a crowd.

Disclaimer:
Live performance simulation effect was applied post-recording to emulate the acoustic resonance and audience ambiance of an authentic stage performance. All soundscape overlays, crowd atmospherics, and reverb effects were digitally reproduced to maintain the integrity of a live concert experience.

Written, Composed, and Produced by Lance Thomas Davidson ©️ 2025

Been on this road near thirty-five years,
No wife, just miles and a crowd that cheers.
My home’s a stage, my kin’s the band,
And the truth still burns in a calloused hand.

Worn out, tired on the road again,
Dust and diesel, my oldest friends.
Cold wind bites, then summer burns,
Every town another lesson learned.
Got a song for every scar,
And the nights that take me far.

Yeah, I’m wanted, just not by the law,
Wanted by the lights, by the crowd’s raw draw.
By the barroom laughter, the jukebox cry,
By the lonely hearts that pass me by.
I’m wanted by the miles I roam,
But never by a place called home.

Married three times, but they all said goodbye,
Each one swore she’d stay, each one lied.
Signed those papers, love slipped through my hands,
Guess the road took more than the wedding bands.
Still I sing, still I stand,
With a ringless finger and a guitar in hand.

Yeah, I’m wanted, just not by the law,
Wanted by the stories I can’t withdraw.
By the dreams that whisper where I’ve been,
By the sins I wash in Tennessee gin.
I’m wanted by the miles I roam,
But never by a place called home.

Some things you lose, some things you keep,
The road don’t rest, and the heart don’t sleep.
Dreams get traded for gas and strings,
And peace gets lost in the songs I sing.
But I keep drivin’, through joy and pain,
’Cause the highway calls my name again.

Yeah, I’m wanted, just not by the law,
Wanted by the lights, by the crowd’s encore.
By the smoke-filled bars and the sweet refrain,
By the echoes that call my name again.
I’m wanted by the miles I roam,
But never by a place called home.

Wallet’s full, but it never stays,
Liquor and friends, they wash it away.
I buy the rounds, I play the tunes,
Under fading cowboy moons.
They cheer my name, but when it’s done,
I’m left alone with the setting sun.

Yeah, I’m wanted, just not by the law,
Wanted by the night, by the crowd’s last draw.
By the silence left when the lights go dim,
By the echoes fading from a worn-out hymn.
I’m wanted by the miles I roam,
But never by a place called home.

Now sixty years, and the miles still roll,
The road’s got claim to my heart and soul.
Crowds get younger, the nights grow long,
But I still live inside each song.
My voice is rough, but the truth still stands,
You can’t outgrow a ramblin’ man.

Some say settle, hang up the boots,
But the stage still calls with deep-set roots.
The crowd still hums that sweet refrain,
And I find my youth in the sound again.
It ain’t the fame, it’s where I belong,
A life well spent in a country song.

Ain’t no chains, but I ain’t free,
This road’s a promise that’s claimin’ me.
I keep on runnin’, can’t explain,
The music’s joy, the heart’s old pain.

Yeah, I’m wanted, by the stage and song,
By the life that pulls me along.
By the road that knows my name,
By the fire that feeds the flame.
Not by the law, nor any man’s hand,
But by the soul of a ramblin’ man.



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