Maybe....
Scanning the south Texas horizon for immigrants
Remembering how bad he f***ed up the National Anthem
Hunting relevance
Being on the outside, but he’s looking in
Looking for Fred Durst’s career
On training mission for a militia he just joined, but he’s pretty sure they just dumped in him the wilderness
Thinking of a line to rhyme with “Biden ain’t my President”
Taking a short rest because it’s hard work carrying around all that anger
Pondering what a collaboration with Ricky Skaggs would sound like
Searching for missing Arizona ballots
Testing out his new pattern called Qamouflage
Looking for the missing “e” in his band’s name
Hiding out from hitmen hired by Bruce Springsteen
Ticking off another box on his “country cred” card
