For once I want to be the car crash Not always just the traffic jam Hit me hard enough to wake me And lead me wild to your dark roads Headlights before
(Walt Whitman, 1852) Allons! The road is before us it is safe, I have tried it My own feet have tried it well be not detained Let the paper remain
the best ain't yet to come. My story's out there still untold, And it's one that only God know's Somewhere down this open road. Oh, out on this open road
s an endless sky, it's the deepest sea Life is an open road to me Life is an open road to me Yeah, life's an open road Life is an open road, it's the
Roll big wheels roll roll big wheels roll Roll big wheels roll roll big wheels roll King of the open road Big wheels you're singing as you're rolling
We pull into town. I open my eyes and stretch out. The four guys around me will always be the guys with the equipment. The time approaches. The hour is
Haulin', I'm haulin' Fort Smith to Louisville I'm gonna see my baby See my baby with time to kill Well, I'm flyin', flyin' No one on the road tonight
I'm sorry, babe I was trying to leave the black dog home Oh, I'm sorry, baby I was tryin' to leave the black dog home Well, I'm sorry, baby I was tryin
I'll see my mother again I know I see her everywhere I go Sometimes I see my father too Pourin' over blue prints that he drew He made his way with sweat
Keep an eye on my blind spots There's too many Keep lookin' for some light But there isn't any Was top dead center, baby Now my motor's gone soft I used
I cheated on my love I cheated on my taxes Burned bridges, ground axes I stole cars, I stole dope Left scars, killed hope What kind of man do you think
Kickin' and screamin' Only way I learn I'm afraid of my own shadow Not the bridge around the turn Well, I lost myself and found myself While you were
on the open) Out on the open road (Road) Out on the open road, out on the open road Out on the open road, out on the open road
My baby puts her hairspray on Lit the cigarette in her mouth Takes her fingernail polish off Speedin' down some rural route Got a carburetor so leaned
Other half of last night's cigar Couple of Pop-Tarts Cold cup of coffee, there's a fine new start I'm gonna find you if it breaks my heart Tail wind and
Well, I jumped so high Knocked the table over Thought I saw a ghost Come out of the clover She lived in this house Forty odd years or so She was buried
Well, I don't need a reason that I find your love so pleasin' I know you can carry me back home Been out in the wilderness I could use a little tenderness
on our ass They?re just monkeys with helmet hats Their big ole lips can?t stop our load We?re Mark and Greg on the Open Road Beep, Beep, Beep Honk,
