Well I woke up wondering where I sat just like I always do. I-80 up ahead laid out like a lazy bitch on a Sunday afternoon. We're 30 miles from Cleveland, ain't stopping, ain't even passing through.
I come home in the middle of the night. I get my bags inside and I'm bein' real quiet, Mama. Walk in the door and I turn on the lights, I find you. Flat on your back with your legs open wide.
Stand down the blacktop at a cold dark night, boy. Pitch black skies there ain't a star in sight. But I'm looking for a change. I'm passing through Memphis in the rain.
I am my father's son. I've never known when to shut up. I ain't fooling no one. I am my father's son. . We don't see eye to eye. And I'll be the first to admit I've never tried.