RURAL ROUTE CHRIS KNIGHT. . Verse 1. I built a fire up on the hill; I sat in the woods and drank my fill. Talked to God all night, took another shot at setting me right.
Maybe it's the movies, maybe it's the books. Maybe it's the government and all the other crooks. Maybe it's the drugs, maybe it's the parents. Maybe it's the gangs, or the colors that we're wearin'.
I've been workin' all week, I can hardly wait. I got a houseboat rented down on the lake. My pickup's gassed up and loaded up and ready to go. I put out the word to all my good-time friends.
(Vic Chesnutt). sitting in the breakfast nook. flipping through a saucy book. browsing for a bit of titillation. (that's what you do, that's what you do).
They gave you a corner room on the fifth floor. The city lights were like candy to a kid in a store. Like a king you'd lay in your bed so state fully.
We grew up in the same town. Three houses down on Magnolia Street. Young love was going strong. Even though your Dad and Mom were sound asleep. A blanket and some moonlight.
I got a postcard from someone I met in Salvatore. He said the weather was great he'd been out on the lake. And sunning beside it quaint shore. When are you coming back, you need to come and relax.
My hat don't hang on the same nail too long. My ears can't stand to hear the same old song. And I don't leave the highway long enough. To bog down in the mud.
Written by billy burnette and michael smotherman.. . You got a new way of holdin' me. You got a new way of talkin'. You think that you're foolin' me and I can't tell.
Written by billy burnette.. . Well on down the freeway - hollywood. Freeway. Got me wheels rollin' rockin' the night. Away. Know a little place down on the strip.
Written by billy burnette.. . Sitting wasting time. Sipping some cheap red wine. I spent all but my last dime to get. To feeling fine. I'm the riff raft man.
First she gets angry. Then she gets sad. Then she's decided. It wasn't so bad. . This is the last time. This time he swore. She forgives him. Just this once more.
I've got some mighty tall tales from livin' hard and fast. I'm a walkin,' talkin,' livin,' breathin,' portrait of my past. I've double-crossed the devil, prayed the Lord my soul to keep.