Scarecrow and a yellow moon. And a roadhouse on the edge of town.. Hear that midnight rooster crow. Well I'll have one more before I go. But Honey, don't turn out the light.
Hot coffee on the dashboard a cold front on the way. Last night I was in Oregon tomorrow Santa Fe. Up for two days runnin' and I'm feelin' tired inside.
Time for the singer. Time for the singer boy to make his way home. A prodigal I've been distressed. This lonely child can't make it on his own. I've been traveling states away.
Now i went out last Sunday with my little Mary Anne. She said please stay 'till Monday and she grabbed me by the can. She laid a big one on me- surprised me with her tongue.
It's been five years come this autumn, she remembers well the day. The day the fever got him, and took him far away. Far away from always knowing that the love they shared was true.
Line of sight, speed of sound. Feel of flesh the long way down. Flash of light you look around it's over. You're OK, but I'm a mess. It's the way it goes I guess.
Billy Gray rode into Gantry back in '83. There he did meet young Sarah McCray. The wild rose of morning that pale flower of dawning. Herald of springtime in his young life that day.
You take off from work a bit early. The boss doesn't care if you stay. The guard with the key has to check your ID. But he'd just as soon blow you away.
I woke up in another strange place by a 40 acre parking lot with every kind of sign. I was talking to another strange face who was tellin' me that he didn't have the time.
Oh when I was a little boy. Only one or two. The first thing I did enjoy. Was a plate of Barbeque. . [Chorus]. Barbeque sliced beef and bread. Ribs and sausage and a cold Big Red.
I can't remember when I was here. But I'm back again. I barely know you friend. And everything's changed. Sun burned up. The sky turned green. The air smelled of gasoline.
(Part 1). (Instrumental). . (Part 2). ... verme tan solo y triste. Cual hoja al viento,. Quisiera llorar, quisiera morir. De sentimiento. . (Part 3). There's an alley in Acuna.
10000 chinese walk into a bar. order upa beer. the barman says, its funny you know. we dont get many Chinese in here. i dont know if i got it right maybe no one knows.
My home ain't in the hall of fame. You can go there but you won't find my name. And my songs don't belong on top forty radio. I'll keep the old back forty for my home.
Down on Main Street, after sundown. Good Time Charlie and Wandering Bill. Thought they might hold up old Hoppy's Drive In. One got away, one never will.
My wife took all the money, left me for a cop.. And I don't know nobody in this coffee shop.. I'm starin' at the menu board, waitin' in a line,. With ten bucks on my Starbucks card and one thing on my mind.
What the hell is wrong with me?. I can't do nothing right. I sleep away the whole day long. I stay awake all night. Fightin' things that I can't see. And I never seem to win.
Drove from Albuquerque to Ft. Smith, Arkansas. Then all the way to New Orleans in time for Mardi Gras. You should have seen... the craziness down there.
I crossed the desert on a dining car. In the spring of ninety-one. I met some people drinking at the bar. They were laughing having fun. I told 'em that I hadn't heard the joke.
I got high and I got in jail. I got high and I got in jail. I got high and I got in jail. Weren't nobody to pay my bail. My sins they have overtaken me.