Jamie ran aground out in Ohio Wife left for the great unknown He says he's gonna take to the high road She will find a place alone
He says he just could not make her happy That he never tried so hard before He'd wake up first and make the coffee Now the mornings were like war
There's a barroom for every way the wind blows And a harness for every mother's son You pull your own weight or else it pulls you It gets harder the longer that you run
Jamie's from the last great breed of roadmen Woody, Jack, and Kerouac and such But here was a woman he would die for Beauty no road could ever touch
The town was nearly famous for the glassworks The factory where they made hoods for the klan There's a football hall of famer in the phonebook There's only trouble for an empty man
There's a barroom for every way the wind blows And temptation in every substance known You pull your own weight or else it pulls you It gets harder the older that you've grown
At home in the harley-ridden poolhalls I guess it's best they never had those kids Closer to the outlaws then the in-laws They said Jamie's heart don't break but I know it did They said Jamie's heart don't break but I know it did
He will find some refuge in his music And a long shot that they will reconcile The meantime is a mean time and he knows it Til the day he's back upon the pile
Now there's headlights heading from Ohio And there's teardrops saltier than rain There's taillights to tell a tale still tender And a cold wind blowing through the night There's a cold wind blowing through the nightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
