Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind. Me and my -ah- mother and father - and a grandmother
: Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind. Me and my -ah- mother and father - and a grandmother
s bumper on Bumper on, bumper horns honking Nobody's looking but everybody's talking It's another day on this highway I swear sometimes I can't tell Which way's up, which way's down
, man it all looks the same Miles and miles of back roads and highways connecting little towns with funny names Who'd wanna live down there, in the
granted now She's tired of the chains She gives you clues, you're clueless Tell me why do you do this? You're so bored, she's out the door You'd never
So I'm speedin' I'm speedin', whoa Speedin' I'm speedin' Alright, no time to be patient Just got the confirmation And now I'm flyin' down the highway She's
' give you life for a murder Turn around only give you eight months for a burner, it's goin' down Why they sellin' niggaz, CD's for under a dime? If it's
My time coming, any day, don't worry about me, no Been so long, I felt this way, I'm in no hurry, no Rainbows and down that highway where ocean breezes
Rose of Sharon What's to be the ground that child walks upon? Will it be solid rock or shifting sand? Think I'll set him down on concrete highways We
See he's all dressed just like a squire He's got bootleg whiskey in his hand Yeah, there's a chain-gang out on the highway And I can hear them rebels
If it's somebody else Don't tell me who, why, or What for Please Don't stand Outside of my door Chorus: I'm driftin' away Down a long dark highway I
down to the river and get you stoned. Bm A Papa's on the highway with that steel driving crew Bm F#m Em G Sister's
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance I saw a shimmering light My head
twilight And fell onto the floor Loving Mona Lisa Dreaming of the free world Lipstick on the nightstand And demons at the door When your chips are down
for thirty, Gucci framed glasses from Purvy's Madison Ave. shoppin' when she not, coppin' bricks of that shit She hoppin' on dicks, ridin' Pony's who trick At my man's