Lyrics:
Trouble blew in on a cold dark wind
It came without no warning
And that big ol' house went up for sale
They were on the road by morning
Oh, the days
rooster
And one spottled hog
One evenin' quite early they camped on the plat
Down by the road on a green shady flat
Where Betsy got tired and lay
Montreal.
He caught his daughter
In the blouse by the light
And he said to himself:
"She looks all right!"
And he reached for a tit
And grabbed it tight
Get 'em out by Friday
You don't get paid 'til the last one's well on his way
Get 'em out by Friday
It's important that we keep to schedule, there
mind
I am the soldier in the airport
Facing giants one more time
I am the woman shamed and haunted
By the cry of unborn life
I am every broken man
by surprise to see the sadness in her eyes
Guess I'll go and pack my things
And get back on the road again
Don't you worry, I'll be back
There was a time when I thought life was over and out
When you went away from me
My dying heart made it hard to breathe
Would sit in my room
down any back road that she wants me to drive with the||CHORUS|Seat laid back, running|Fingers through my hair|Watching miles go by |Like she just don't
understrand
By and by we do some growing up
And it makes just a little more sense
But sometimes it's hard to find the words
But I'll do the best that I can
I am still the one
Resting by your side
You took the road to fortune and fame
Your name in lights
I want you to know I still feel the same
They sweated blood and they washed down mud
With pints and quarts of beer
And now we're on the road again
With McAlpine's fusiliers
I stripped
I'm staring unaware cause I'm in the zone
It moves in like a fog on a seaside road
Paralyzed by the signs and the deafening tone
I'm on a lock
Get 'em out by Friday
You don't get paid 'til the last one's well on his way
Get 'em out by Friday
It's important that we keep to schedule, there
Wires hum the rails ring
Smokestack burning fiery sparks
Rise up to the stars
Towns asleep by empty roads
Churches rise from crooked roofs
Cloaked
the road)
('Cause they like to see it go by)
Well worn roads
Lead almost everywhere I go
And almost everything I know was shown to me
By hands as hard as stone
I don't know where I'd be and I
I came upon a child of god
He was walking along the road
And I asked him, where are you going
And this he told me
I'm going on down to yasgur's
We've had a hard time
You and I
Life sent us through some changes
Oh, but somehow we got by
A winding road, a heavy load
Is nothing new,
O Evangeline you been gone so long
And for a time it seemed
Every road you took turned wrong
But a second chance would come
With each new bridge
happened now,
I soon decide that I'd take with me
The most specialist girl I knew
I had her pack us a lunch and on down the dirt road we flew
(Hurry
And as hard as a stone
Hey blood brother, you're bad to the bone
You're a natural killer
In a bad place alone
They call me Smoky Joe
And I'm as thin
They sweated blood and they washed down mud
With pints and quarts of beer
And now we're on the road again
With McAlpine's fusiliers
I stripped
Aims 'em hard
He shoots the moon and takes her as his own reward
If she's gonna see those stars too soon
She'll run fast by the shy of the moon
If
Gonna get out on the road tonight
Cause, I got a hollow in my head
Checking it up
Baby, one more time for you
Checking it up
Until the pot hits
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