Fireball Roberts Lyrics - The Open Road - John Hiatt

I'm sorry, babe 

I was trying to leave the black dog home 

Oh, I'm sorry, baby 

I was tryin' to leave the black dog home 

Well, I'm sorry, baby 

I was tryin' to leave the black dog home 

But it followed me to your house 

And he carried his old chew bone 

I got a 57 Ford, babe 

Painted Fireball Roberts, white and red 

Got a 57 Ford, baby 

Painted Fireball Roberts, white and red 

Got a 57 Ford, baby 

Painted Fireball Roberts, white and red 

I haven't run my last race, darlin' 

But I sometimes wish I did 

Don't feel sorry for our love, baby 

We stuck it right down in the turn 

Don't feel sorry for our love, babe 

Nah, we stuck it right down in the turn 

Don't feel sorry for our love, baby 

Nah, we stuck it right down in the turn 

And it's not everyday you can walk away 

With just these few memories to burn 

No, it's not everyday you can walk away 

With just these few memories to burn 

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