Did you kiss her like you mean it? Does your co-pilot look like Jesus? Does your rhyme have a reason? A couple holes in your guitar? Is there tequila in your sunrise? Whiskey river in your baptize? Some hello in your goodbye? Was the story worth the scars? All you cowboys, all you hippies California to Mississippi Suits and old hillbillies It's a crazy life we're given Country backroads to the city And this ride ain't always pretty But on a scale of one to Willie How high are you livin'? Make a list there for your bucket And don't you dare lеave off nothing Do it all and if you love it Two times if you can From thе major to the minor It's your song, you're the writer Make the crowd hold up a lighter When you strike up the band All you cowboys, all you hippies California to Mississippi Suits and old hillbillies It's a crazy life we're given Country backroads to the city And this ride ain't always pretty But on a scale of one to Willie How high are you livin'? All you cowboys, all you hippies California to Mississippi Suits and old hillbillies It's a crazy life we're given Country backroads to the city And this ride ain't always pretty But on a scale of one to Willie How high are you livin'? On a scale of one to Willie Did you kiss her like you mean it? Does your copilot look like Jesus? Does your rhyme have a reason And a couple holes in your guitar?