1) I opened the blinds in a Texas Motel room When the sun blasted in I Saw It in You I been a rollin' and a ramblin' all over Creation Rollin' down the
Well I left my home out on the great High Plains Headed for some new terrain Standin' on the highway with my coffe cup A' Wonderin' who was gonna pick
(Joe Ely) I'm a Drivin' Man I'm a Drivin' Man I'm a travelin' light, roarin' thru the night I'm a Drivin' Man I'm a Risin Sun I'm a Risin Sun My love
Travelin' down this weary road Travelin' down this weary road Travelin' down this weary road A troubled min'd is a heavy load Travelin' down this weary
If I have to lose you, to lose you I'll forever wonder why For then I would refuse you, refuse you And that would be a lie But if I choose to love you
I woke up this mornin I was half insane and I didn't even know it I didn't even know it I went back to bed I knew I had been framed Cause I didn't even
If you were a bluebird you'd be a sad one I'd give you a true word, but you've already had one If you were a bluebird, you'd be crying You'd be flying
O weary me I'm broke as a man can be My bills are all due, I got holes in my shoe Bill collectors, they won't let me sleep If I Could Teach My Chihuahua
I'll be your fool. I'll be your lovin' loser, I'll be your ridicule I'll be the one you make fun of When all your plans fall through. Because you shure
Well I woke up wonderin' 'Bout what you said last night When you wanted me to say in my own kind a way What it was that our love was like It's a little
Imagine Houston in the middle of July Hotter than a pistol on a saturday nite Your baby's on the front porch with a bamboo fan As you pull up to the curb
Walkin' on the shore Feelin' mighty bad These have been the worst Ol' blues I ever had So far Since you've gone So far... Clouds around my
He was a canvas back'd scatter brain from jazz street He had a 65 chevy and and a surfer shirt full a parakeets It's a dead-end road by Love Canal where
Well you can call out the sheriff and the highway patrol There's a fool on the road careening out of control Hard liquor, fast women, Lord, I can't leave
Well, Johnny come in last night. Man he was an awful sight. The Bartender said, "Hey Johnny! There'll be no band tonight" "The piano-man's drunk, He been
down shift blows across the grain And the blackbirds are flyin' across the golden plain I'm goin' back to where it was I came I got to find 'ol Joe before
With your fan belt slippin' and your bare tires squealin' Every time you hit the road you think you're rich. You're Lord of the Highway but the way you