Thrift store cowboys, five and dime junkies Red dirt plowboys, asphalt monkeys Holy rollers, signal callers Truck stop angels, backstreet brawlers Van Zandt groupies, guitar slingers Hallelujah gospel singers Freight-train mamas, pistol shooters My first girlfriend works at Hooters Beans and biscuits in my cupboard Listen to Ray Wylie Hubbard All gone down on the road tonight
Verse 2: Drunken angels, blacktop racers Holy rollers, whiskey chasers Lonestar drinkers, midnight ramblers Dirt road divas, highway gamblers Moonshine mamas, panty droppers Dhali Llamas, ol' pill poppers High-school heroes, back row preachers Pool hall hustlers, tantric teachers Teenage cuties politickin' Harry Krishna feed me chicken All gone down on the road tonight
Verse 3: Bluejean babies, old heartbreakers Had a party with some Quakers Heartworn highways, country singers Radio's full old right-wingers Session players, duct tape dealers Outlaw country, hubcap stealers Ain't no money in my wallet Broke again is what they call it My Grandmother's name was Spiller Michael Jackson peaked at Thriller All gone down on the road tonight
Verse 4: Jukebox gypsies, mustang sally's Don't go walkin' down dark alleys Needle pushers, horn rimmed glasses Rhinestone jumpsuit, backstage passes Blue plate specials, Luanne platters Japanese is all that matters Broken arrows, gulf coast kickers "Who's your daddy?" bumper stickers Dah dah dah dah dah dah dahhh Ha-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah Ah yeah, aw uh duntdunt
Outro: (Spoken: "I'm outta words, people...that's all I got! Americana woman...hip shake with me baby!")Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
