Lyrics:
You've long been on the open road you've been sleepin' in the rain
From dirty words and muddy cells your clothes are soiled and stained
But the dirty
the road
x2
rockin khakicalo jeans and the plain white tee
nike watch pouch chain, spend a day like me
hey, everyday like a movie scene
smokin weed, eyes
Way down upon Sycamore Slough
A white man sings the blues
Selling roses of paper mache
With flecks of starlight dew
I swiped a bunch and threw it
So many years have gone by
Always strong, tried not to cry
Never felt like I needed any man
To comfort me in life
But I'm all made up today
to get hurt
Some going down to Stovell wearing trouble on their shirts
I work for the county out on 95
All day I hold a red flag and watch the traffic
I met a girl in Laredo down in Mexico
While I was makin' the rounds
Down in a dim cafe she does the swing and sway
That's the talk of the town
I
there
So I threw down my load in the desert road
Rested my weary legs too
I watched the sinking sun make the tall shadows run
Out across that
good
I can remember, sometimes, I could just stand off all by myself
And just get funky listenin' to the train
And I used to pick up a handful
saw
The cotton white as foam, I saw my home sweet home,
Down where the Swanee River flows I want to be there Down where
The cotton blossom grows, I
than the blacks, don't complain
"You're better than them, you been born with white skin", they explain
And the negro's name
Is used, it is plain
For
diamonds, get you a plain jane
Baby, your love like cocaine, tell 'em I want the whole thing
Off-White on my offseasons, can't take no break, we gon' run
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in
When I was a child and the road was dark and the way was long and alone,
My heart would lift as I turned the bend and saw the lights of home.
Now
on the whispering wind?
And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
There's a little white porch
And you wanted it so
Can you let me go down
To the end of the road
In the black and the white
A techni-colorful life
Can
from cool to plain, from lame to flame
Man down or not, man plans or plots
Give a fuck what you think, we ain't moving out this spot
And I'm out
If
Travelin' down that coaltown road,
Listen to those rubber tires whine;
Goodbye to Buckeye and White Sycamore
I'm leavin' you behind.
I've been
from cool to plain, from lame to flame
Man down or not, man plans or plots
Give a fuck what you think, we ain't moving out this spot
And I'm out
If
need
You're gonna need my help someday
Well, if you can't quit your sinnin'
Please quit your low down ways.
Well, you can run down to the White
a computer inside instead of him
Only one road sign
Telling cars to slow down
And a long drop in the ocean
Beware of the rip tide
Broken glass and train
the acid rain.
He put the earth down, and stuck out his thumb,
And he hitched a ride out on the freeway of the plains.
Won't you bury my body
By
white oak mountain
You can watch old Ninety-Seven roll"
It's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg to Danville
In a line on a three mile grade
It was
to get hurt
Some going down to Stovell wearing trouble on their shirts
I work for the county out on 95
All day I hold a red flag and watch the traffic
on the throttle
Scalded to death by the steam
It's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg to Danville
With a line on a three mile grade
It was on this grade that he
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