Sometimes I don't know where this dirty road is taking me. Sometimes I can't even see the reason why. I guess I keep on gamblin', lots of booze and lots of ramblin'.
Like silent she stands like laughter she falls. From a castle of sand like a memory she crawls. And the mockingbirds grieve 'cause they can't make her cry.
(Ellas McDaniel) 1956. . I walk 47 miles of barbed wire,. I use a cobra-snake for a necktie,. I got a brand new house on the roadside,. Made from rattlesnake hide,.
I'm goin' out on the highway. Listen to them big trucks whine. I'm goin' out on the highway. Listen to them big trucks whine. . White freight liner. Won't you steal away my mind?.