Bus stop rain...busted power train..got a broke down '69 LTD...
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I hocked my tools...to buy my brain...a funeral wreath...from the FTD
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Blank billboards on the highway of life. Counterfeit bills in the neon lights.
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This stick-shift driven saw-dust dream, show-biz sho' ain't what it seems.
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Little hipster dufus with the guitar in a coffin. I been copping his licks about every so often.
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Then I flip-flop, go the other way...
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I rip off the dude where the colored girls say; doo-doo-do-doo-doo-do-doo-doo-do-do-doooo-dooooo
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See, I cut my teeth on the white lines of life's endless lonesome highways.
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Taking stock in the horizon... shouting at every fool that come my way---
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"HEY!" I been shouting,
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"HEY! Can you gimme a ride? Are you going my way?"
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"HEY! Can you gimme a ride? Someone gimme a ride!"
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but ain't no one going my way.
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Now downtown they got the prison of shame.
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See the castaways of the Hollywood game?
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Tricked out whores with invisible pains.
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Cardboard people, dancing in the rain...
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to the same old tune, circling like a vulture with the busted juke-box of the popular culture.
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If it ain't got a beat, they won't put you on the street.
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Heavy on the bass, light on the feet.
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I meet the street poets in the bummed out bars.
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I hum my single as I jingle down the
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"Walk Of Stars"
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with the geeks and the freaks and the crooks and the hookers---
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the burn-outs of life's pressure cookers.
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Now, these are my people, my church without a steeple,
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and though I never waste a tissue on an incidental issue,
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still I sympathize, 'cause I realize when I see the sorrow in their eyes.
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'Cause I cut my teeth on the white lines of life's endless lonesome highways.
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Taking stock in the horizon... shouting at every fool that come my way---
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"HEY!" I been shouting,
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"HEY! Can you gimme a ride? Are you going my way?"
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"HEY! Can you gimme a ride? Someone gimme a ride!"
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but ain't no one going my way.
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Now in the field of my mind
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I'm plowing the topsoil of my memory.
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Digging up bones and skeletones--- rusty relics from my past.
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Gotta put a new shine on the twists of time, redefine this old cemetery...
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Clear out the weeds, sow new seeds, sure I'm scared, but still I'm gonna carry on.
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'Cause never did a body find their way home without showing first firm as a stone
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the conviction, the strength the courage that it takes to make a journey start
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For you got to be true, you got to be strong,
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'specially when the long road home
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leads smack through the smoking ruins of your broken heart.And I know.
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'Cause I cut my teeth on the white lines of life's endless lonesome highway...
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Taking stock in the horizon...shouting at every fool that come my way---
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"HEY!" I been shouting,
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"HEY! Can you gimme a ride? Are you going my way?"
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"HEY! Can you gimme a ride? Someone gimme a ride!"
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but ain't no one going my way.
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Hey! You Going My Way???
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Jim White |