Big wheels keep on turning. Carry me home to see my kin. Singing songs about the Southland. Miss my Alabama once again. And I think its a sin, yeah. .
Big wheels keep on turning. Carry me home to see my kin. Singing songs about the south-land. I miss 'ole' 'bamy once again. And I think it's a sin. . Well I heard Mister Young sing about her.
Life is so strange when its changin', yes indeed. Well I've seen the hard times and the pressure's been on me. But I keep on workin' like the workin' man do.
Ridin' on a greyhound, countin' those white lines. Destination I don't know and I'm feelin' like I'm dyin'. Well ten years on this road, my its took its toll.
How can you stand there smilin'. After all you've done. You know it seems to make you happy. When you've hurt someone. Twice before you fooled me. With your deceivin' and lyin'.
Ain't no reason why I should feel this way. I got everything going for now. Might have it all, some people say. . But each time I think of your smiling face.
Just the other day I heard my friend say. Life was oh so bad, love was all he had. You know all day long I sing sad songs. Got the blues feel. Things no doctor can heal.
Well ever since I met you babe you've been running around. Spendin' my hard earned money on any ol' man in town. I've been your fool. Oh I've been your fool.
Now I'll tell you plainly, baby, what a plan to do. Say, I may be crazy, woman, but I ain't no fool. Your daddy's rich, mama, and you're overdue. but I ain't the one, baby, been messin' with you.
Well Billy Joe told me, said everything's lookin' fine. He's got the place all secured, got the icebox full of wine. He said hurry on over and don't be late.
Well Billy Joe told me, said everything's lookin' fine. He's got the place all secured, got the icebox full of wine. He said hurry on over and don't be late.
Well everytime that I come home nobody wants to let me be. It seems that all the friends I got just got to come interrogate me. Well, I appreciate your feelings and I don't want to pass you by.
Well he walks so tall to be so small. Never met a man who's stranger. He lives his life for a dollar sign. And to deal with him is dangerous. He knocked me down but I'm on my feet.
I recall when I used to come home never had a dime. But Lord I always had a good time. And I recall drinkin' wine with one of my friends. Lord, I can't go back again.
Well I heard it on the late night radio. For the umpteenth time headin' from LA to the Florida coast. I was between black coffee and shifting gears. When the second verse took a turn and brought me to tears.
I'd like to tell y'all a story. About a friend of mine. Who liked to drink good whiskey, oh Lord. And have a real good time. His woman, you know she left him.
I'm just a city boy. But there's a small town side to me. And I feel it closin' in. . Are we too blind to see. That she's die-in' more each day. And she's cryin' out to you and me.
Have you ever lived down in the ghetto. Have you ever felt the cold wind blow. If you don't know what I mean. Won't you stand up and scream. 'Cause there's things goin' on that you don't know.
Why are you praying, my sweet morning dove. You're so afraid, but so hungry for love. Well I can give you love baby. Hugs and kisses, I can give you everything that you been missing.
The summer was out of sight. We couldn't sleep at night. Shadows were closing in. Back in the dark again. Basement we didn't own. Cut off the telephone.