CHORUS:. Well, it's a long way to Richmond. Rolling north on 95. With a redhead riding shotgun. And a pistol by my side. Tearing down that highway. Like a modern day Bonnie and Clyde.
All these nights alone without your hand to hold. You still feel so close almost like a ghost. . And I see you and I miss you. . Every little sigh the taste of the tears you cried.
All these nights alone. Without your hand to hold. You still feel so close. Almost like a ghost. And I see you. And I miss you. . Every little sigh. The taste of the tears you cried.