Out my door the leaves are falling. The cold wild wind will blow. Sweethearts walk by together. But I still miss someone. . I go out on a party. To look for a little fun.
Standin' here beside this freeway wishing I was high. Wondering why she said she loved me then she said goodbye. I'm down to my last dollar in these faded old blue jeans.
She was a honkytonker and he was a family man. And she showed him her gold teeth when he'd hold her little hand. And they met out on the highway at the Paradise Motel lounge.
Gravitational forces. The time is 8:45. Fifteen minutes shy of competing the 4-hour sound check. It usually takes an hour and a half. . The room reminds me of a putt putt golf course.
We were standin' on a mountain top. Where the cactus flowers grow. I was wishin' that the world would stop. When you said we'd better go. . We took a rowboat 'cross the Rio Grande.
There is a Barbie doll in the gravy boat up on mom's TV set. An angel made of Styrofoam holds Rita's cigarette. Santa waves an empty beer in his plastic hand.
In the corner of the barroom. Lives the ghost of Langston Hughes. He's takin' notes and smokin' cigarettes. Sippin' slowly on his booze. Got them goin' nowhere blues.
I been down this street once or twice. i played the bars and the blues. never took noone's advice. to me its all yesterday's news. and we would drink an old flannery.
We were at the Rhythm Room. In Scottsdale Arizona. It was in the summertime it must have been '02. We got there way too early and we sat around for hours.
I left Houston, Texas on a Gulf Coast Hurricane. I was blown down by tornadoes, washed up by the rain. Well my pappy wasn't happy with me, he told me to go.
She's waiting for me when I get home from work. But things just ain't the same. She turns out the light and cries in the dark. Won't answer when I call her name.
This old porch is just a big old red and white Hereford bull. Standing under a mesquite tree in Agua Dolce, Texas. He just keeps on playing hide and seek with that hot August sun.
Days full of rain, skys comin' down again. I get so tired of these same old blues, same old song. Baby, it won't be long 'fore I be tyin' on. . My flyin' shoes, flyin' shoes.
When the sun goes down on the wild frontier. The stars come out so bright and clear.. That big round moon shines down from above.. The wind sings a tune on this night right for love..
Standin' down on Main Street. Across from Mr. Blues. In my faded leather jacket. And my weathered Brogan shoes. A chill north wind was blowin'. But the spring was comin' on.
I drove all night to be here. I only stopped for gas. Saw the sun come up this morning as I came across the pass. I'm tired and wired and uninspired and broke in many ways.
Truth is all I'm looking for From town to town And door to door. Happiness is nothing more Than Sunday at the zoo. Ridin' high inside the wires Is the sum of all my desires.
When I was a young boy. The only things that really mattered were. Making friends and having fun. Walkin' down the railroad track. 'Til you reached the river.
Seems like yesterday I was here. Dreamin' my life away and drinkin' beer. Staying up till dawn strummin' on guitars. Sleepin' all day long just like the big rock stars.
Daddy had a Buick and Mama loved to ride. Daddy like to drive it and Mama liked to glide. Four white walls constantly in motion. from the Great Smoky Mountains to the California ocean,.