Tired of living in Buttholeville. Tired of my job and my wife Lucille. Tired of my kids Ronnie and Neil. Tired of my 68 Bonneville. Working down at Billy Bob's Bar and Grille.
Careful that you don't use up your ninth one,. We all were careless once.. It can't be too much fun, just going round once,. It all can slip away.. One banana peel away..
Gran Gran keeps a box of spiders.. She says they're on me when I sleep.. Waiting in the out-house for me.. Underneath the seat.. My great-grandmothers bout ninety-seven.
I met your mama when I was sixteen. You couldn't have been anymore than three. She caught me stealing y'all's color TV. She called the cops and they arrested me.
You buy me dinner when I'm in town. We talk about records that you know. Play the friendship card upon me. And out the door. . Somebody said we hurt your feelings.
Economics shut the furnace down. Bull Connor hosing children down. George Wallace stared them Yankee's down. In Birmingham. . Take a left on the interstate.
When I crawled out of bed this morning. I could tell something wasn't right. There were cigarettes in the ashtrays. They weren't your menthol lights. There were beer bottles in the kitchen.
Looking out the window, the trees are getting closer it seems.. Thinking bout you Darling.. Adding up the cost of these dreams.. . Strapped to this projectile, just a blink ago I was back in school..
The graffiti on the backstage wall. Gets painted over in a muted shade. And the club becomes an Old Navy. After the scene dies. . When the last six-string slinger.
Once upon a time, my advice to you. Would have been go out. And find yourself a whore. But I guess I've grown up. 'Cause I don't give that kind of advice anymore.
When it all comes down. There'll be nothing left to catch you but ground. It's calling your name and filling your head. With delusions of glory. . Is that how you're gonna write your story?.
Don't know why they even bother putting this highway on the map. Everybody that's ever been on it knows exactly where they're at. Hells on both ends of it.
Don't know why they even bother putting this highway on the map. Everybody that's ever been on it knows exactly where they're at. Hells on both ends of it.
Mama ran off with a trucker. Mama ran off with a trucker. Mama ran off with a trucker. Peterbilt Peterbilt. . He is making her give life another stab.
Way you look at me like that, something's got to give pretty soon. Throw it on a camel's back, something's got to give pretty soon. Living hard to chase the dream, way beyond our ways and means.
I wake up tired and I wake up pissed. wonder how I ended up like this. I wonder why things happen like they do. but I don't wonder long cause I got a show to do.
It's all about where you put the horizon. Said the Great John Ford to the young man rising. You got to frame it just right and have some luck of course.
On the first night of my drinking I was looking for my keys. I was half-blind and stinking and bloody at the knees. I had a built-in-fever and bright red cheeks.
The hours creep across the face. As she paces across the floor. She can't even get to sleep since Tony went to war. She feels bitch-slapped and abandoned.
And they fell from the skies with the greatest of ease. And they landed on the ground under tents and trapeze. And they were told that they fell with such beauty and grace.