there's wood in the shed there's a bird in the chimmney and a stone in my bed when the road's washed out they pass the bottle around and wait in the
the Valley and hung his wild years on a nail that he drove through his wife's forehead he sold used office furniture out there on San Fernando Road and
shipwreck Out here in the dust Sky is red And there world's on fire And the corn is taller than me The dog is tied To a wagon of rain And the road is
a world going on UNDERGROUND they're alive, they're awake while the rest of the world is asleep below the mine shaft roads it will all unfold there's a world going on
s from the heart Tom: Maybe I'll go down to the corner and get a racin' form But I should prob'ly wait here by the phone And the brakes need adjustment on
Got you all up on your keyboard stunnin and shit Oh you got a couple jokes now you funny bitch (HA HA) Have you laughin all the way to the bank On point
I floated downstream on an old dead tree and I pulled on trouble's braids I pulled on trouble's braids I pulled on trouble's braids I pulled on trouble
m on the hustle 25/8, ATL to the lone star state On the move I'm bleedin blocks, tryin to get this paper straight No time to wait no room for error,
Still say chill wait until The right time baby Damn the blood line Gettin raid with aids But somebodys gettin paid Lets get it on and a on But brothers
long I don't care if I never get home I'm waiting for you At the end of the road Well, I'm waiting, waiting, Waiting at the end of the road
my lips around a bottle and my foot on the throttle and I'm standin' on the corner standin' on the corner like a "just in town" jasper, on a street corner
road home Dreamin' of Jenny with the light brown hair Night is fallin' like a bloody axe Lies and rumours and the wind at my back Hand on the wheel, gravel on
in this light I can love you all night Shoes off, hair down Got a pink night gown Mike Tyson, KO'ed On the wild, blue road Small town, straight road
road home Dreaming of Jenny with the light brown hair Night is falling like a bloody axe Lies and rumors and the wind at my back Hand on the wheel gravel on
everyone is behaving like dogs. And the horses are coming down Violin Road And Dutch is dead on his feet And the rooms all smell like diesel And you take on
for diamonds What some men will do here for gold They're wounded but they just keep on climbin' And they sleep by the side of the road There's a hole
man's cane Pullin' into Baker on a New Year's Eve With one eye on the pistol the other on the door With one eye on the pistol the other on the door. Miss
me to beulah's on dry creek road I got to wear the hat that my baby done sewed take me down to buy a tux on red rose bear got to cut a hole in the day