Lyrics:
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
got myself to blame Walkin' down the road I wanna fade into the night I've turned my back on better days but tonight I'll stay in bed All alone
And I rode the roads 'til evening and I laid me down again
All strangers here, no friends to me 'til a dark girl towards me came
And I fell in love
to the White House
You can gaze at the capitol dome pretty momma,
You can pound on the president's gates,
You ought to know by now it's gonna be too late
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
I was driving across the burning desert
When I spotted six jet planes
Leaving six white vapor trails across the bleak terrain
It was the hexagram
As I walk her down the aisle
Wish it were a thousand miles
My beautiful baby, so beautiful
These tears falling from my eyes
They're taking me by
turn"
The girl's mine, I just say, "Fuck it, have a turn"
The G.O.A.Ts call me to the side like, "Can we have a word?"
I could've fronted but I did
I was driving across the burning desert
When I spotted six jet planes
Leaving six white vapor trails across the bleak terrain
It was the hexagram
Stick out your thumb
And hit the open road
Cat in a mercedes
Goes by, he's old
He's got some, you got none
Together maybe you can have
Some
a path straight and narrow
On every crooked road we travel down
And I'm checking out the road signs
Highway hotels
And their air-conditioned cable-ready
Windin' by a white church, little heaven on earth
Here's to all y'all keepin' dirt roads dirt
(Here's to all y'all keepin' dirt roads dirt)
This one's
Consumed by the one's who made her
She's a faker, always let's me down
Dressed up like a capital shaker
Full of ganja drugs are not put down
drown like round white diamonds
Carats (yeah)
Copy sound, mic got two wings, parrot (alright)
Landing down wind, caught two wings (it's lit)
Talons
Down on the flatlands, way down in Key West
Key West is the place to be
If you're looking for immortality
Stay on the road, follow the highway
Wishing you were by my side
Big wheel rollin down the line
Steady roaring keeping time
Im tapping along and humming low
To that lonesome rhythm of the road
bwoy food white squall fly gone
Every rifle up a Jakes Road
Lock off the street fi mi kill the priest
Dem a seh "Teach him a try
Run weh go a airport"
and the lawn is dead
The lawn is dead, the lawn is dead
Illinois toll road, Indiana plain
Roll the windows down, shoot at the change
Half return, half
socks an'
'Cause Robin is rocking
Breaking 'em down to the slab
Taking 'em down on their ass
Now what ya wanna do? Ya wanna battle? Uh
Send you up
time to find her gone
She's on the train
To somewhere up by Fordham Road
Her reptile brain
Locked down and ready in combat mode
Some cash,
Jesus, black Jesus
Jesus, black Jesus
I been feeling so down
I think they should know now
I think they should know what's up
That's that road
What a pretty world that we roam
Diamond and pearls is all we know
A little bit of white for her nose as we coast
Down these Wyoming roads
Bad roads
Cruising disgusted
Down roads of the fallen
Vulnerable, alluring a higher plain
Wounds only heal by looking deeper
Don't yield, find yourself
Reach inside
Walson Balzak - lyrics
Sinkhole plain
Four-eyed Jacques, he sees real well.
Lives by a pond in a tree.
In the North Wood he tramps around day
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