Lyrics:
I hitched a ride with my soul
By the side of the road
Just as the sky turned black
I took a walk with my fame
Down memory lane
I never did find
my friend I'm lonely too
I want to go back to my city by the bay
Ooh, ooh
It's sad, oh there's been mornings
Out on the road without you
on empty promise I was living on my dreams
I was a runaway son and now I'm up out of the water
And I can barely barely breathe
Rolling down the road
trees and wires fly on by
Car wheels on a gravel road
Car wheels on a gravel road
Car wheels on a gravel road
Broken down shacks engine parts
and the greasy spoons
(The road)
The loser bars and the noisy rooms
(The road)
The casualties who did too many lines
(The road)
I'm wasted talent on women
all the folks are gone
I hit the road and close my eyes
And I imagine I'm
Walkin' through the front door
Hearin' "Daddy" at the top of his lungs
thought I'd tell you now so down the road you're
All good to go through the highs and lows
In all life's up and downs
Yeah, that way I'm still there for
the key (Hold the key to the door)
If we have the faith to live (Have the faith anymore)
And believe
Somewhere down the road that we follow
We'll be
your couch
And it's knowin' I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried upon some lines
That keeps you in
the three-times-four's bangin' at our door
Would you stall and let me slip out the back?
Girl, if you wanted to, could you get to runnin' to that never-endin'-honeymoon
buy
Now I'm shot down
She turned me out slammed the door.
Why I keep coming back I don't know.
I don't know.
I want her,
She's a four cornered
is it Market Street in Philly
Ask most any college Romeo
To complete your education you must go....
Down the old ox road
Though you'll never find
even
You could call me "Babe" for the weekend
'Tis the damn season
Write this down
I'm staying at my parents' house
And the road not taken looks
Let's get down to the nitty gritty
Let's get this show on the road
I'll show you mine if you show me yours
I'm breathing hard - open the door
Chorus
There was rain in our window
The FM set was ragged
But she could talk, yeah
We learned to speak
And one year
Has gone by
Such a long long road
your couch
And it's knowin' I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried upon some lines
That keeps you in
The wheels go down
I'm back in town
Three months full of summer
And nothing to do
It's been a strain at the reins
But the picture remains
A screen door slams, Mary's dress sways
Like a vision she dances across the porch
As the radio plays
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
Hey,
your couch
And it's knowin' I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that are dried upon some line
That keeps you in
Yeah, I'm always here till closin' time.
I'm a Lonesome Fugitive:
(Liz Anderson - Casey Anderson)
Down every road there's always one more city
Thank you
Well I'm walking on down the road
But it can't be heaven
'cause the streets aren't gold
And everybody knows what bobby d was told
I'm walkin'
I left home when I was seventeen
I just grew tired of falling down
And I'm sure I was told
The allure of the road
Would be all I found
And all
the whole time
If you could see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along, so why can't you see
You belong with me
Standin' by
When Black Friday comes
I stand down by the door
And catch the grey men when they
Dive from the fourteenth floor
When Black Friday comes
I
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