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I'm never going back to Jackson
I couldn't bear to show my face I nearly killed you with my drinking Wouldn't be caught dead in that place Lonely highway, only friend You've got me to keep you warm again Lonely highway, don't you cry Let me hold you in my arms tonight And as I hurdled down the highway Past the factories and the graves I think of all the years I've wasted I think of all the years I've saved Lonely highway, only friend You've got me to keep you warm again Lonely highway, don't you cry Let me hold you in my arms tonight |
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Your eyes are long Vermont roads
With a tacky song on the radio And your eyes are toothless young men In Tennessee in the rain again And fireflies never go to sleep And country songs never help you sleep After all those trains and all those breakdown lanes The roads don't love you and they still won't pretend to After all those days on God-forsaken highways The roads don't love you and they still won't pretend to Your eyes are the Mesa Verde Big and brown and far away And your eyes are Kansas City In Kansas and in Missouri After all those trains and all those breakdown lanes The roads don't love you and they still won't pretend to After all those days on God-forsaken highways The roads don't love you and they still won't pretend to After all this time and after all your crying The roads don't love you and they still won't pretend to The roads are dark and long and all those country songs Well, they don't love you and they still won't pretend to |
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Some roads are only seen at night.
Ghost roads, nothing but neon signs. But some nights the neon gas gets free And turns into walking dead like me. And I've been making promises I know I'll never keep. One of these days I'm gonna leave you in your sleep. I'll have to go when the whistle blows, the whistle knows my name. Baby, I was born on a train. I know that you were never young, And I know you prob'ly won't get old. But honey, nobody's gonna hurt you anymore. And nobody's gonna make you wanna die. And I've been making promises I know I'll never keep. One of these days I'm gonna leave you in your sleep. I'll have to go when the whistle blows, the whistle knows my name. Baby, I was born on a train. I'll go some cold and gray morning. And you won't remember anything. But some people don't believe in time. And some of us don't believe in life. And I've been making promises I know I'll never keep. One of these days I'm gonna leave you in your sleep. I'll have to go when the whistle blows, the whistle knows my name. Baby, I was born on a train. Baby, I was born on a train... Baby, I was born on a train... |
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We have walked in ancient times
And we've been burned for many crimes We have ended many lives But we never really died You have the sun, I have the moon You have to fly around the world all day To keep the sun upon your face I'd like to come and comfort you But I'd be blinded by the blue You have the sun, I have the moon You're bound to die under the sun And I'll be doomed to carry on You have become like other men But let me kiss you once again You have the sun, I have the moon |
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You were just like me
You were one big bruise In the game of life we were playing too lose You were Jesse James I was William Tell You were Daniel Webster I was the devil himself Two characters in search of a country song Just make believe, but so in love Two characters been listenin' all night long For voices from Nashville above Hell on eighteen wheels At a hundred per We went crashing through the Jersey barrier But the road went on Over dale and hill You were Calamity Jane And I was Wild Bill Two characters in search of a country song Just make believe, but so in love Two characters been listenin' all night long for voices from Nashville above Two characters in search of a country song Just make believe, but so in love Two characters been listenin' all night long For voices from Nashville above |
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Sometimes the road is too long You meet all kinds of people
Some of them cast no shadow They have no reflections Take a look in your photobook I'm not there anymore I was a traveling salesman I got lost on the backroads Fell in with a crowd of drifters. Sometimes the sun is too bright And it burns you like acid You get to love driving at night The moon is so close you can kiss it I used to remember you smiling and waving I don't think I can anymore I was a traveling salesman I got lost on the backroads Fell in with a crowd of drifters. We come, unnoticed, at sundown At the start of a blackout We set bonfires all over town And it's over by morning Sometimes we bring the rat and the wolf And sometimes the worm I was a traveling salesman I got lost on the backroads Fell in with a crowd of drifters. |
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It was the army train that took her daddy from her
It was the bible train that took her momma too And that high loud whistle made her horse run away But the straw the broke the camel's back was you It was the government train that took away her childhood It was the KKK that took away her past It was the white man's will that hers be broken But that barefoot girl could run too fast CHORUS: Because the world's too cold for a girl like that with a Blackfoot soul and a cowboy hat Everything she loved went down the dragon track She had a fear of trains BRIDGE: In the beet fields of Montana She's always coming on dead rails to break the plow and whisper "Honey, bound to live is bound to fail" And in a park in San Francisco her momma shrieks about the Lord And down the dead rails there's an echo The wind is whistling all-aboard CHORUS It was the wagon train that took away her country It was the oil train that took away her land She could have been the belle of the ponderosa but that was not the fat man's plan CHORUS |
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Time, measured in dotted yellow lines has passed you by
and I never said an honest thing to you in all my life Hard times go slowly and the good times never come The world is a motor inn in the Iowa highway slum when the open road is closing in and you can't say where it ends and you begin when every truckstop dive's another five years off your life when the open road is closing in and the dotted yellow lines begin to spin when the sky begins to fall on everything you like at all you won't be coming home again Ciao, you keep on drowning in the roads between the towns now I have been closing all the shutters in the house well, I know you'll be back when every tree is turning brown you'll find the house is empty and the swingset's fallen down |
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Well I don't care what people say
Life is too short to hang around So I stay so long in a place And then move on to the next town Oh Sunset City I've got to see the world Don't hold me too tightly Don't whisper my name Sad-eyed baby I'm not that kind of girl When the dice stop rolling There's no more to the game When the time comes to say goodbye And in the morning I'll be gone For other towns and other lives I'll catch the first train, bag in hand And I won't miss you, and you won't cry Oh Sunset City I've got to see the world Don't hold me too tightly Don't whisper my name Sad-eyed baby I'm not that kind of girl When the dice stop rolling There's no more to the game When the time comes to say goodbye (Chorus repeats) |
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