This road may flood tonight If I heard the weatherman right I ain't seen a cloud in sight The whole damn day
There ain't a soul in this old coal town It's quiet on the courthouse grounds Just empty cars with windows down - I guess it's on its way
May have to get myself a boat A couple paddles and a good raincoat Dig myself out the deepest moat Keep it all at bay
And last time it rained, I didn't sleep for weeks Worrying on those rising creeks Gravel bars and busted beach And mountains made of slate
Guess you could say it's been a haunted life I use to have a Christian wife And I lost her like a pocket knife Sliding down the bank
But you know, this road's been a pretty good friend I'vе drove it every night sincе then I run her 'round every bend Never sure if I'm awake
And it's a heartache Nothing but a heartache Hits you when it's too late Hits you when you're down And it's a fool's game Nothing but a fool's game Standing in this cold rain Dancing like a clownTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
