Wolfman Of Del Rio Lyrics - Terry Allen

Well 

He took his first release 

On a highway 

In a 1953 green Chevrolet 

An he was carryin and awful load 

For just a 15 year old 

'Til he laid his mind 

On the center line 

An turned up the radio 

Goin a hundred miles an hour 

Down the blue asphaltum line 

Listenin to the Wolfman of Del Rio 

An 

He didn't give a damn 

About the trouble he was in 

Yeah deep down in his soul 

He just wantedo go 

An you can tell by the look on his face 

He's all caught up with the need 

To trade in some emptied out spaces 

For some speeeeeeed 

An that good ol' American Dream 

An 

She took her first release 

On the back seat 

Of a 1961 black V-8 Ford 

An she just give up al control 

On that vinyl tuck-and-roll 

Breathin hard 

With a dark-eyed boy 

That she barely even knowed 

Goin a hundred miles an hour 

Down the blue asphaltum line 

Listenin to the Wolfman of Del Rio 

An 

She didn't give a damn 

About the trouble she'd get in 

Yeah deep down in her soul 

She just wantedo flow 

An you can tell by the paint on her face 

She's all made-up for the need 

To trade in some emptied out places 

For some speeeeeeed 

An that good ol' American Dream 

An 

Now they circle one another 

Armed with the lives from their past 

An 

They fight to the death for their lies 

'Til the bad feelings pass 

Then they sit 

An they smoke 

An they drink 

An they talk an talk an talk an talk 

And then they stalk around 

Like they're lookin for something they've lost 

But can never again be found 

And it's crazy 

Yeah crazy in the backyards 

the bedrooms 

the kitchens 

Crazy out in the streets 

Ahhh 

Through all their cities 

And even smaller towns 

An 

It most certainly seems 

Some disease of the dreams 

Has been goin 'round 

Yes 

It most certainly seems 

Some disease of the dreams 

Has been goin 'round 

Goin a hundred miles an hour 

Down the blue asphaltum line 

Listenin to the Wolfman of Del Rio