Lyrics:
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight ...
I've got my clipboard, text books
Lead me to the station
Yeah, I'm off to the civil war
One, two, three, here we go
Yeah
I'm walking out my front door
I'm jumping in my car
Take another left on Main Street
Head right to where you
pullin' away.
[Chorus]
Your parents don't like me. They think I'm too poor.
They think I'm not worth to enter your door.
Hard livin's my pleasure.
a walk
I can't walk
Down the road came a Junco Partner
"Hey, mister"
He called out to me
And it was three things he shouted
Singing, singing,
You're heading down a lonely road that someday you'll regret
Go back you fool while you can
Your darlings heart is breaking but you haven't lost
out the door
Think I'm gonna run him?
Don't you let him put down
Put that to the floor
Put the pedal to the metal
And you beat it out of town
No
Besides, we been down this road one before...
[Chorus]
Just gettin' by on gettin' by's my stock and trade
Livin' it day to day
Pickin' up the pieces
children ain't free
I'd whistle down the road but I wouldn't feel right
I'd hear somebody cryin' out at night
From a sharecropper shack or penitentiary
can always lose a little more
I'm just going down the road feeling bad
Trying to get to heaven before they close the door
I'm going down the river
Down
I wish I had a pair of little magic glasses
That I could see the future just by lookin' through
Then I could know what road tomorrow's gonna take me
you
I thought my luck had changed
I said, "Here comes happiness"
But you fooled around, and you put me down
Just like all the rest
And baby I'm just
back down
Oh no
Cadillac Sevilles, coupe Devilles
Brain-dead rims, yeah, stupid wheels
Girl, I'm too for real
Lose your tooth and nail
Tryna
don't make no money, they love
Sittin' the friggin' trailer down
Peter Bills' pullin' out
Now I'm pullin' up behind and
Son, if you can't find 'em,
down to the station
Suitcase in my hand
All the women run cryin'
Mr. Jack, won't you be my man?
Well there was three women
Yellow, brown and black
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
Back on the road again
I had a little woman in Memphis
She wanted to be my bride
She said, settle on down, traveling man
You can stay right by my
it out, y'all, in the house, y'all
So I can show and flow and let the people know
So won't you ease on down to the yellow brick road to Compton
But
still apply to me, they all make sense in time
Chorus
But now I'm incommunicado
Driving by myself down the road with a hole in it
Songs with no
I'd come for
She said "I'm sorry son but no one by that name lives here anymore"
My father's house shines hard and bright
It stands like a beacon
baby's arms tonight
Got my bread from the baker
Two-bit crusty roll
Sang my song to the savior
And down the road I go
It's the last trip to my
hearin' is an echo
What you're seein' is a ghost
I'm just dust that hasn't settled
Back down on the road
I went down long ago
I'm not goin'
I'm not
down
Fully committed, you here for the stay down
Look in the mirror, you right for the take down
Room for you in my coupe, let me open up the door
of the open road
The open road where the hopeless come
To see if hope still runs
One by one they bring their broke down loads
And leave â??em where
clowns
It's time to start the countdown
I'm gonna burn it down down down
I'm gonna burn it down
Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one,
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