Answer me when I call to you. What became of the life I knew. Tell me why I can't be free. Tell me what you expect of me. . I'm so down about it. I can't sleep at night.
I'm runnin' 'round in circles and I'm chasin' my tail. Carvin' my initials with a rusty nail. I train my intentions man it happens without fail. You'd a' thought that I'd know better by now.
You look across the table with those guilty eyes. So many mornings now, I shouldn't be surprised. When you lash out at me then you scream out in the night.
Theres a Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign. Sitting there by the left turn line. The flag on his wheelchair flapping in the breeze. One leg missing and both hands free.
Don't know what's gotten into you. Must be something in your genes. About this time I was crazy, too. And most times in between. . But I survived to live another day.
They went about it in the wrong way. I'da told 'em, but it wasn't my job. It's on the news, it's in the paper. What could they've been thinking of?. .
Standin' in the middle of a Roman street. Marble dust all over my feet. Bearded masses at the gates. Dancin' in the ruins while it's not too late. . Drivin' a Rolls through old Bombay.
Ruby said you getting us in a world of hurt. Down below the Mason-Dumbass line the food gets worse. I can't go back to Tennessee. That NASCAR country's not for me.
She gets a little restless in the spring. She might follow the lines you sing. Bullshit though they are. Cause sometimes thats just the thing. If delivered with panache and a certain graceFingertips on satin lace.
Must be a cold front coming. Cause I saw the eastbound C&O. And the coal cars were dusted with a half inch of snow. And that boy'll drive me crazy. Don't know what I'll do with him.
I guess we knew the cards were stacked. Started out the best of friends. And we beat that highway 'til it quit beating back. It didn't mean much in the end.
I've had enough of this small town bullshit. I'm not stayin' in school. I'm makin' good dough workin' with my brother. Cleanin' out pools. I'm going out to California.
The hurricane party's windin' down. And we're all waitin' for the end. And I don't want another drink. I only want that last one again. . He gave me such a fine glow, smokin' slow.
I got a room with a Freeway view. I'm only home at night. I ain't ever coming back to you. Or then again I might. . Then again I might get lonely. Then again I might not know my mind.
He was a drinking man with a guitar problem. Didn't have a dollar to his name. He didn't seem to mind it all that often. He mostly took whatever came.
My thoughts were gnawing at me so I tried hard not to think. I took a pint of whiskey and I poured it down the sink. I'd get my act together, I swore it to myself.
Strap them kids in give 'em a little bit of vodka. In a Cherry Coke, we're going to Oklahoma. To the family reunion for the first time in years. It's up at uncle Slayton's 'cause he's getting on in years.
Turned off the TV, sat down to dinner. Phone rang, we were saying grace. Grandma died left us sixty acres. The last of the old home place. . Sixty acres up on the cap rock.
The air raid siren at the high school blew. Every weekday, twelve o'clock noon. Dinner time, people as if we didn't know. I guess the city fathers liked to hear that thing blow.
Strap them kids in. Give 'em a little bit of vodka in a cherry coke. We're going to Oklahoma to the family reunion for the first time in years. It's up at uncle Slayton's cause he's getting on in years.