Lyrics:
and thin air
Losin' money by the mile
I'll get there a poor man
She'll make it worth my while
I was a white line casanova
A love bandit of the road
I
try
To take the higher road it's rough
The more it starts to incline
Keitha told me that the lowest isn't low by design
But to get you low enough
To see
Sweetheart, your heart is loaded down
with useless burdens and bones
I can tell by the tear stains on the letter
you wrote me from the twilight
of gas and some shit to smoke
Hey, let's just hit the road
Roll the windows down, turn the system up
We just tryna ride around 'cause we don't give
show me how to love, maybe
I'm running out of time
'Cause I can see the sun light up the sky
So I hit the road in overdrive, baby, oh
The city's
the one who blocks the door
When the tax collecter comes by
The tour hits the road, he spends his day (Big fat road manager)
At an all-you-can-eat buffet
on your heart
We'll look at them together then we'll take them apart
Adding up the total of a love that's true
Multiply life by the power of two
You
won't I get through
If there's a God I think He's got to bottle up and go
If there's still a God in heaven He's got to hit that lonesome road
No more
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface, he looks calm
agreed, sacrifice was the code of the road.
I left town at dawn, with Marcel and St. John, strong men belittled by doubt.
I couldn't tell her what my
With a baby in her hand
By an old street light
Near a garbage can
She puts the kid away, she's gone to get a hit
She hates her life and what she's done
When I'm riding down the road in my car
Traveling without you
I can still see you sittin' there, right by my side
With the headlights
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface, he looks calm
Mami you miss me don't you?
Haters wish you? could hit me don't you?
Heh, you should call me uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demand
That new
who did not fight
Brought tales of old to light
My Rocinante sailed by night
On her final flight
To the heart of Cygnus' fearsome force
We set
the night will let me follow
Headlights open road
See em all fly right by
In sepia tone, the entire sky
I'm driving on the lines I used to follow
Oh,
no man, what
Damn, to me you look perfect
Bend that ass over; let me see how you work it
Poppin' and shakin', get on your knees hit the dirt
Girl I go
Hit the road hit the road hit the road and we roll
Hit the road hit the road hit the road and we roll
Yea we ride in that boat never swim keep it float
clap-clap-clap-clap-clap clap)/Road rally, road rally/Jesus leads us through the hills and valleys/Road rally, road rally/We are saved by Christ!/VERSE: We're all revved up
mates are doing time
Married with three kids up by the ring road
Sold their souls straight down the line
And some of them own little sports cars
gone surface
Thirty go by and old money get spent
Thirty go by and you paying they rent
Thirty go by and they watching ya
I need a thirty for thirty
By the sea, down the old road, the winding lane
I love to see the seagulls fly and sing the sweet refrain
Beneath the bows of trees that twist
on a falling star
Waitin' for the early train
Sorry boy, but I've been hit by purple rain
Aw, come on Joe, you can always change your name
Thanks a lot son,
go a whizzing by,
Fare thee well Laramie and Rocky Mountain High,
Yes sirree, here we are, going all the way, mustn't quit 'til we hit California.
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