4:30 a.m. July 28. In the middle of a storm, never touchin' the brake. I drove like a bat outta hell. Down that lonely ol' four lane. . With the bright lights of Houston just fadin' behind.
Our daddy liked George Jones. Haggard and Buck Owens. Momma liked The Eagles and The Beatles. And The Rolling Stones. . When I was just a little kid. I became a hybrid.
It ain't easy, the road of life, it ain't easy. It don't matter if you're black or white. Nobody rides for free. . Well, believe me, life is a bitter-sweet journey.
The carnival convoy just crossed the county line. Kids wavin' on the corner as the truck's rollin' by. They'll be settin' up the big top out in the field.
Four-thirty a.m., July 28,. In the middle of a storm, never touching the brake,. I drove like a bat outta hell,. Down that lonely ol' four-lane.. . With the bright lights of Houston just fadin' behind,.
Our Daddy liked George Jones, Haggard and Buck Owens,. Momma liked the Eagles and The Beatles and the Rolling Stones.. When I was just a little kid, I became a hybrid:.
I packed up my truck an' everything I owned:. I said my goodbye's and threw away my 'phone,. I didn't know where I was goin', so I just drove.. South of Miami, down through the Keys,.
It ain't easy: the road of life, it ain't easy.. It don't matter if you're black or white,. Nobody rides for free.. Well, believe me, life is a bitter-sweet journey,.
The carnival convoy just crossed the county line.. Kids wavin' on the corner as the truck's rollin' by.. They'll be settin' up the Big Top out in the field,.