Lonesome Roads - Lyrics - Dwight Yoakam

Title: Lonesome Roads
Artist: Dwight Yoakam
Composer(s): Dwight David Yoakam

Lyric:
Where did I go wrong?
You know I've never had a clue
I must have just been born no good
Bad's the best that I can do

Was it just my fate in life
To end up here this way
Lost and all alone
One more black lamb that's gone astray

Lonesome roads are the only kind I ever travel
Empty rooms are the only place I ever stay
I'm just a face out in the crowd that looks like trouble
Poor ol' worthless me is the only friend I ever made

Lonesome roads are the only kind I ever travel
Empty rooms are the only place I ever stay
I'm just a face out in the crowd that looks like trouble
Poor ol' worthless me is the only friend I ever made
Poor ol' worthless me is the only friend I ever made

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Truckers Atlas - Lyrics - The Lonesome Crowded West - Modest Mouse

Title: Truckers Atlas
Album: The Lonesome Crowded West
Artist: Modest Mouse
Composer(s): Eric Judy, Isaac Brock, Jeremiah Green

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Lyric:
I'm going to Colorado to unload my head
I'm going to New York City and that's in New York, friends
I'm going to Arizona
Sex on the rocks all warm and red
And we bled

And the writing in the stall said
We write our maps in the stalls
I'm going up to Alaska
I'm going to get off Scot-fucking-free
And we all did

This truckers atlas roads the ways
The freeways and highways don't know
The buzz from the bird on my dash
Road locomotive phone

This truckers atlas roads the ways
The freeways and highways don't know
The buzz from the bird on my dash
Road locomotive phone

I don't feel and I feel great
I sold my atlas by the freight stairs
I do lines and I crossed roads
I crossed the lines of all the great state roads

I'm going up, going over to Montana
You got yourself a trucker's atlas
You knew you were all hot
Maybe you'll go and blow a gasket

You start at the northwest corner
Go down through California
Beeline you might drive three days
Three nights to the tip of Florida

Do you speak the lingo?
Oh oh no
Do you speak the lingo?
No no
How far does your road go?
Oh no, you don't know

I'm going to Colorado to unload my head
I'm going to New York City and that's in New York, friends
I'm going up to Alaska
I'm going to get off Scot-fucking-free
And we all did

And the writing in the salt says
We ride out to the stars
I'm going to Arizona
Sex on the rocks all warm and red
And we all did

This truckers atlas roads the ways
The freeways and highways don't know
The buzz from the bird on my dash
Road locomotive phone

This truckers atlas roads the ways
The freeways and highways don't know
The buzz from the bird on my dash
Road locomotive phone

I don't feel and I feel great
I sold my atlas by the freight stairs
I do lines and I crossed roads
I crossed the lines of all the great state roads

I'm going up, going over to Montana
You got yourself a trucker's atlas
You knew you were all hot
Maybe you'll go and blow a gasket

You start at the northwest corner
Go down through California
Beeline you might drive three days
Three nights to the tip of Florida

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Every Mile A Memory - Lyrics - Long Trip Alone - Dierks Bentley

Title: Every Mile A Memory
Album: Long Trip Alone
Artist: Dierks Bentley
Composer(s): Brett Beavers, Dierks Bentley, Steve Bogard

Lyric:
Country roads, old theater marquee signs
Parkin' lots and billboards flyin' by
Spanish moss, little hick town-squares
Wild roses on a river bank
Girl, it's almost like you're there

Oh, every mile, a memory
Every song, another scene
From some old movie
Goin' back in time, you and me

Every day, a page turned down
Every night, a lonesome sound
Like a freight train
Rollin' through my dreams
Every mile, a memory

Red sun down, out across the western sky
Takes me back to the fire in your eyes
Texas stars in a purple night
Not seein' 'em with you, baby
Oh, they never do look right, no

Every mile, a memory
Every song, another scene
From some old movie
Goin' back in time, you and me

Every day, a page turned down
Every night, a lonesome sound
Like a freight train
Rollin' through my dreams
Every mile, a memory

Funny how no matter where I run
'Round every bend, I only see
Just how far I haven't come

Every mile, a memory
Every song, another scene
From some old movie
Goin' back in time

Every day, a page turned down
Every night, a lonesome sound
Like a freight train
Rollin' through my dreams

Every mile, a memory
Every mile, a memory
Every mile, a memory

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W. Tx Teardrops - Lyrics - Old 97'S

Title: W. Tx Teardrops
Artist: Old 97'S
Composer(s): Murray Hammond, Phillip Peeples, Stewart Miller, Kendall Bethea

Lyric:
Well the road maps of West Texas never gave me good advice
The trains all roll where the roads don't go, now I lay awake at night
Just wondering where the rest is so I hit that iron gate
And I yelled good-bye to that wife of mine, I may be running late

I'm a-rolling on, I'm a-rolling on
Rolling out past El Paso Texas, where I might have had a home
I made my bed, so here I lie
I'm rolling West Texas teardrops in my eye

Though I felt a lonesome feeling in Dulce, New Mexico
I was happier than I'd ever been in my El Paso home
But I thought about the woman whom I left to roam the land
And I cried so much it dug a rut they call the Rio Grande

I'm a-rolling on, I'm a-rolling on
Rolling out past El Paso Texas, where I might have had a home
I made my bed, so here I lie
I'm rolling West Texas teardrops in my eye

And my destination is written upon my feet
And the stars above are about the only company I keep
So raise my pass and take my seat
I'm rolling fast with a teardrop on my cheek

So I guess there'll be no family, so I guess there'll be no wife
Gonna roll away on an old steel dray, it's gonna be my life
And the road maps I been reading, I never came to figure out
All I know is I'd explode by any other route

I'm a-rolling on, I'm a-rolling on
Rolling out past El Paso Texas, where I might have had a home
I made my bed, so here I lie
I'm rolling West Texas teardrops in my eye

I'm a-rolling on, I'm a-rolling on
Rolling out past El Paso Texas, where I might have had a home
I made my bed, so here I lie
I'm rolling West Texas teardrops in my eye
And I'm rolling West Texas teardrops in my eye
And I'm rolling West Texas teardrops in my eye

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Talking To The Moon - Lyrics - Don Henley

Title: Talking To The Moon
Artist: Don Henley
Composer(s): Don Henley, John David Souther

Lyric:
When the hot September sun down in Texas
I sucked the streams bone dry and turned to roads to dust
In the sleepy little towns down in Texas
The shades are all pulled down, streets are all rolled up

And the only thing that breaks the silence
Are the trucks a-passin' by
Late at night on the front porch swing
You can hear their mournful sigh

And the lonesome whippoorwill
Cries to the stars above
He was calling out for his lady love
She's been gone so long

I was just talking to the moon
Hopin' someday soon that I'd be over
The memory of you, too hard to hold

And the wind across the plains
Is all that now remains
You know the night shakes loose the names
But they never quite go back the way they came

So, goodbye rodeo
It's a long, funny way for men to go
Never change
Never change at all

I was just talking to the moon
Hopin' someday soon that I'd be over
The memory of you, too hard to hold on

I was just talking to the moon
Hopin' someday soon that I'd be over
The memory of you

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Waiting In The Weeds - Lyrics - Long Road Out Of Eden - The Eagles

Title: Waiting In The Weeds
Album: Long Road Out Of Eden
Artist: The Eagles
Composer(s): Don Henley, Steuart Smith

Lyric:
It's coming on the end of August
Another summer's promise almost gone
And though I heard some wise man say
That every dog will have his day
He never mentioned that these dog days get so long

I don't know when I realized the dream was over
Well, there was no particular hour, no given day
You know, it didn't go down in flame
There was no final scene, no frozen frame
I just watched it slowly fade away

And I've been waiting in the weeds
Waiting for my time to come around again
And hope is floating on the breeze
Carrying my soul high up above the ground

And I've been keeping to myself
Knowing that the seasons are slowly changing
Even though you're with somebody else
He'll never love you like I do

I've been biding time with the crows and sparrows
While peacocks prance and strut upon the stage
If finding love is just a dance
Proximity and chance
You will excuse me if I skip the masquerade

And I've been waiting in the weeds
Waiting for the dust to settle down
Along the back roads running through the fields
Lying on the outskirts of this lonesome town

And I imagine sunlight in your hair
You're at the county fair, you're holding hands and laughing
And now the Ferris wheel has stopped
You're swinging on the top, suspended there with him

And he's the darling of the sheik
The flavor of the week
Is melting down your pretty summer dress
Baby, what a mess you're making

I've been stumbling through some dark places
Now I'm following the plow
I know I've fallen out of your good graces
It's alright now

And I've been waiting in the weeds
Waiting for the summer rain to fall upon the
Wild birds scattering the seeds
Answering the calling of the tide's eternal tune

The phases of the moon, the chambers of the heart
The ebb and dart of small gray
Spiders spinning in the dark
In spite of all the times the web is torn apart

And I've been waiting in the weeds
Waiting for the time to come around again
And hope is floating on the breeze
Carrying my soul high up above the ground

And I've been keeping to myself
Knowing that the seasons are slowly changing
Even though you're with somebody else
He'll never love you like I do

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Last Thoughts On Woody Guthrie - Lyrics - Bob Dylan

Title: Last Thoughts On Woody Guthrie
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
When yer head gets twisted and yer mind grows numb
When you think you're too old, too young, too smart or too dumb
When yer laggin' behind an' losin' yer pace
In a slow-motion crawl of life's busy race
No matter what yer doing if you start givin' up
If the wine don't come to the top of yer cup

If the wind's got you sideways with one hand holdin' on
And the other starts slipping and the feeling is gone
And yer train engine fire needs a new spark to catch it
And the wood's easy findin' but yer lazy to fetch it
And yer sidewalk starts curlin' and the street gets too long
And you start walkin' backwards though you know its wrong
And lonesome comes up as down goes the day
And tomorrow's mornin' seems so far away

And you feel the reins from yer pony are slippin'
And yer rope is a-slidin' 'cause yer hands are a-drippin'
And yer sun-decked desert and evergreen valleys
Turn to broken down slums and trash-can alleys
And yer sky cries water and yer drain pipe's a-pourin'
And the lightnin's a-flashing and the thunder's a-crashin'
And the windows are rattlin' and breakin' and the roof tops a-shakin'
And yer whole world's a-slammin' and bangin'

And yer minutes of sun turn to hours of storm
And to yourself you sometimes say
"I never knew it was gonna be this way
Why didn't they tell me the day I was born?"

And you start gettin' chills and yer jumping from sweat
And you're lookin' for somethin' you ain't quite found yet
And yer knee-deep in the dark water with yer hands in the air
And the whole world's a-watchin' with a window peek stare
And yer good gal leaves and she's long gone a-flying
And yer heart feels sick like fish when they're fryin'

And yer jackhammer falls from yer hand to yer feet
And you need it badly but it lays on the street
And yer bell's bangin' loudly but you can't hear it's beat
And you think yer ears might a been hurt
Or yer eyes've turned filthy from the sight-blindin' dirt
And you figured you failed in yesterdays rush
When you were faked out an' fooled white facing a four flush

And all the time you were holdin' three queens
And it's makin you mad, it's makin' you mean
Like in the middle of Life magazine
Bouncin' around a pinball machine

And there's something on yer mind you wanna be saying
That somebody someplace oughta be hearin'
But it's trapped on yer tongue and sealed in yer head
And it bothers you badly when your layin' in bed
And no matter how you try you just can't say it
And yer scared to yer soul you just might forget it
And yer eyes get swimmy from the tears in yer head
And yer pillows of feathers turn to blankets of lead

And the lion's mouth opens and yer staring at his teeth
And his jaws start closin with you underneath
And yer flat on your belly with yer hands tied behind
And you wish you'd never taken that last detour sign
And you say to yourself, "Just what am I doin'
On this road I'm walkin', on this trail I'm turnin'
On this curve I'm hanging
On this pathway I'm strolling, in the space I'm taking
In this air I'm inhaling?

Am I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard?
Why am I walking, where am I running?
What am I saying, what am I knowing?
On this guitar I'm playing, on this banjo I'm frailin'
On this mandolin I'm strummin', in the song I'm singin'
In the tune I'm hummin', in the words I'm thinkin'
In the words that I'm writing

In this ocean of hours I'm all the time drinkin'
Who am I helping, what am I breaking?
What am I giving, what am I taking?
But you try with your whole soul best
Never to think these thoughts and never to let
Them kind of thoughts gain ground
Or make yer heart pound
But then again you know why they're around
Just waiting for a chance to slip and drop down

"Cause sometimes you hear'em when the night times comes creeping
And you fear that they might catch you a-sleeping
And you jump from yer bed, from yer last chapter of dreamin'
And you can't remember for the best of yer thinking
If that was you in the dream that was screaming
And you know that it's something special you're needin'
And you know that there's no drug that'll do for the healin'
And no liquor in the land to stop yer brain from bleeding

You need something special, you need something special, all right
You need a fast flyin' train on a tornado track
To shoot you someplace and shoot you back
You need a cyclone wind on a stream engine howler
That's been banging and booming and blowing forever
That knows yer troubles a hundred times over

You need a Greyhound bus that don't bar no race
That won't laugh at yer looks, your voice or your face
And by any number of bets in the book
Will be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze
You need something to open up a new door
To show you something you seen before
But overlooked a hundred times or more
You need something to open your eyes

You need something to make it known
That it's you and no one else that owns
That spot that yer standing
That space that you're sitting
That the world ain't got you beat
That it ain't got you licked
It can't get you crazy no matter how many
Times you might get kicked

You need something special all right
You need something special to give you hope
But hope's just a word that maybe you said or maybe you heard
On some windy corner 'round a wide-angled curve
But that's what you need man, and you need it bad
And yer trouble is you know it too good
"Cause you look an' you start getting the chills
"Cause you can't find it on a dollar bill

And it ain't on Macy's window sill
And it ain't on no rich kid's road map
And it ain't in no fat kid's fraternity house
And it ain't made in no Hollywood wheat germ
And it ain't on that dimlit stage
With that half-wit comedian on it
Ranting and raving and taking yer money
And you thinks it's funny

No you can't find it in no night club or no yacht club
And it ain't in the seats of a supper club
And sure as hell you're bound to tell that no matter how hard you rub
You just ain't a-gonna find it on yer ticket stub
No, and it ain't in the rumors people're tellin' you
And it ain't in the pimple-lotion people are sellin' you
And it ain't in no cardboard-box house
Or down any movie star's blouse

And you can't find it on the golf course
And Uncle Remus can't tell you and neither can Santa Claus
And it ain't in the cream puff hair-do or cotton candy clothes
And it ain't in the dime store dummies or bubblegum goons
And it ain't in the marshmallow noises of the chocolate cake voices
That come knockin' and tappin' in Christmas wrappin'

Sayin' "Ain't I pretty and ain't I cute?
Look at my skin
Look at my skin shine, look at my skin glow
Look at my skin laugh, look at my skin cry"
When you can't even sense if they got any insides
These people so pretty in their ribbons and bows
No you'll not now or no other day
Find it on the doorsteps made out-a paper mache?
And inside it the people made of molasses
That every other day buy a new pair of sunglasses

And it ain't in the fifty-star generals and flipped-out phonies
Who'd turn yuh in for a tenth of a penny
Who breathe and burp and bend and crack
And before you can count from one to ten
Do it all over again but this time behind yer back, my friend
The ones that wheel and deal and whirl and twirl
And play games with each other in their sand-box world

And you can't find it either in the no-talent fools
That run around gallant and make all rules for the ones that got talent
And it ain't in the ones that ain't got any talent but think they do
And think they're foolin' you
The ones who jump on the wagon
Just for a while 'cause they know it's in style
To get their kicks, get out of it quick
And make all kinds of rnoney and chicks

And you yell to yourself and you throw down yer hat
Sayin', "Christ do I gotta be like that!
Ain't there no one here that knows where I'm at?
Ain't there no one here that knows how I feel?
Good God Almighty that stuff ain't real!

No but that ain't yer game, it ain't even yer race
You can't hear yer name, you can't see yer face
You gotta look some other place
And where do you look for this hope that yer seekin'?
Where do you look for this lamp that's a-burnin'?
Where do you look for this oil well gushin'?
Where do you look for this candle that's glowin'?
Where do you look for this hope that you know is there
And out there somewhere
And your feet can only walk down two kinds of roads?

Your eyes can only look through two kinds of windows
Your nose can only smell two kinds of hallways
You can touch and twist and turn two kinds of doorknobs
You can either go to the church of your choice
Or you can go to Brooklyn State Hospital
You'll find God in the church of your choice
You'll find Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital

And though it's only my opinion
I may be right or wrong
You'll find them both
In the Grand Canyon at sundown

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Ooh Aah - Lyrics - Grits

Title: Ooh Aah
Artist: Grits
Composer(s): Kevin Max Smith, Teron David Carter, Stacy Bernard Jones, Toby Mc Keehan, Michael Tait, Rick D Robbins, Otto Montgomery Jr Price

Lyric:
My life be like ooh ahh, yeah, ooh ooh
My life be like ooh ahh, ooh ahh, yeah, ooh ooh
Ooh ahh, yeah, ooh ooh
My life be like ooh ahh, ooh ahh, yeah, ooh ooh
My life be like

It's times like these that make me say
Lord if you see me please come my way
Leavin' bread crumbs for when I stray
Rely on sacrifice and the price you pay

Feel me like a fingertip
Sometimes I fall I slip
My heart felt desire be more like you
Trying not to quench your fire with the things I do

On an island by my lonesome stranded
Low key and stayin' candid, reflect on all the things I try my hand at
Search for the equations to persuasions I'm used to
Finding comfort in the zones of closet bones I get loose to

A mountainous fontaine, spinnin' and monsoonin'
Grinnin' it's high octane, explosive how I came
Rollin' down hills 'cause life's a hastle
Encircled by my folly like a moat surround a castle

Stay afloat catch a second wind, thin is the air I breathe
Teary eyed nose runnin', wipe the snot on my sleeve
I'm callin' on the savior, to be all that I need
Please forgive me, my behavior had me lost at light speed

It's times like these that make me say
Lord if you see me please come my way
Like leavin' bread crumbs for when I stray
Rely on sacrifice and the price you pay

Feel me like a fingertip
Sometimes I fall I slip
My heart felt desire be more like you
Trying not to quench your fire with the things I do

The fear of never falling in love
And the tears after losing the feelings of what you thought love was
Like the dirt still up under the rug
My life be like bad characteristics to cover in Christ's blood

The joy of new birth and the pain of growing up
The bliss between giving my all and giving up
The highs and lows, paths and roads I chose
In the cold I froze trying to ease my woes

In this world of sin, clothes to thin to fend
So to God I send words of help to win
In grumblings so deep, letters could never express
So the sound of, ooh aah, beneath my breath projects

It's times like these that make me say
Lord if you see me please come my way
Like leavin' bread crumbs for when I stray
Rely on sacrifice and the price you pay

Feel me like a fingertip
Sometimes I fall I slip
My heart felt desire be more like you
Trying not to quench your fire with the things I do

My life be like, ooh aah ooh
Come young diti, here comes that boy from the capital city
Last up on the Grits new diti
But eight bars of the truth will do, eh

I beleive there's a bride that's stunning
And, I believe in the kingdom coming
I believe if you seek the truth
You don't need to look far 'cuz it's gonna find you

It's times like these that make me say
Lord if you see me please come my way
Like leavin' bread crumbs for when I stray
Rely on sacrifice and the price you pay

Feel me like a fingertip
Sometimes I fall I slip
My heart felt desire be more like you
Trying not to quench your fire with the things I do

It's times like these that make me say
Lord if you see me please come my way
Like leavin' bread crumbs for when I stray
Rely on sacrifice and the price you pay

Feel me like a fingertip
Sometimes I fall I slip
My heart felt desire be more like you
Trying not to quench your fire with the things I do

Fingertip, fingertip, fingertip, fingertip
My life be like
Fingertip, fingertip, fingertip, fingertip
My life be like

Fingertip, fingertip, fingertip, fingertip
My life be like
Fingertip, fingertip, fingertip, fingertip
My life be like

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