Highway Yeah I don't wear no Stetson But I'm willin to bet son That I'm a big a Texan as you are 'Cause There's a girl in her barefeet 'Sleep on the back
Sittin in a lonely business land His story is on every jukebox And his life...like his drinkin Is on the rocks Yeah His life...like his drinkin Is on
His lonely is only A blank space in the hallway On the wallway Between the hanging Of paintings Of lonely that ain't lonely At all... Well...the Art
Well it's not silly When she brings you your chili To grab a cracker And distract her...with a crunch A cracker crunch 'Cause you'll only see her once
Yeah she got them red eyes Ahhh from doin the red pills And she says it's for the high times Yeah she says it's for thrills So she does reds...with her
He never done too good When he's in high school Ahhh He never even talked To a popular girl Yeah He just hung around Down at the drive-in Honkin on his
Yeah She tried to live On the inside An get a house?an make a home An She tried to give And be satisfied Livin close?to the bone But As time It passed
So? He took up with a waitress Named Loose Ruby Cole While she was a-hoppin' tables Down at the Hi-D-Ho An he met her on the sly When her daddy weren'
come in pick-ups They travel in from miles around Ahhh the people come in pick-ups They travel in from miles around Yeah they park in his front yard...sit on
Well I just left myself today Hell I couldn't wait to get away There's still a smear Across the mirror That I have been But it won't Reflect on me Again
can make love with the best 'Cause She's forty An lonely An raw An raunchy An has a good heart Yeah An has a good heart She's a Lubbock Woman You got
half-crocked, hard-knocks of black rock county Just to ride on that New Delhi Train Ridin on that New Delhi Freight Train Ridin down that New Delhi Line Ridin on
I need money I need love I need a cadillac To give me a shove And get me out of this up-tight Mid-night Into some lime-light...again Yeah 'cause I know
sad An I went to work down at the factory It weren't art...but it weren't bad So They put me on the assembly line Puttin plastic leaves on the plastic
if you won't pass your pepper, sugar Then I don't want none of your salt An I drove off Yeah I drove down the main drag Smack in the middle of town Turned on
Sa la vey Sa la guerre When that soft suburban moonlight Plays a mansionette melody Calling all blue collars And their sweet boufantee's To go slipping
I remember standing All scrubbed down and clean Tapping my foot By the record machine An I was watching you dancing watchin you prancin watchin you glancin
hand An They met out on the highway At the Paradise Motel Lounge On Saturday nights When things weren't right Between him an his wife in town An they're just another couple On