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"Come on boys, let's hit the road!"
We left L.A. on Sunday, in Lubbock by Tuesday
That?s where we played our second show
Where nobody knew us, so nobody noticed the songs that the band didn?t know

We were eatin' up the white lines, makin' good time
Diggin' the songs on the radio
And that party kept a movin' and you know what we were doin'

Every time I think I smell that sweet southern rain
It takes me to a station on the long black train
I wanna hear the wind blow and feel the earth move below me
Despite of all the good times, I gotta rest my soul

So I'm gone, yes, I'm gone
Gone to Carolina, where I know that I belong
Yes, I'm gone, yes, I'm gone

It's a long long road of livin
I wouldn't wanna be sendin
The wrong idea that I'm gettin soft.
I just keep on gettin lost
I dont care too much
If I ever find my way back home.
The railways are too rusty
The roads are just too dusty

The dying day paints a portrait of sadness

Upon this lonely L. A. tear

Have I found a home in this prison of my own

Trapped in a borderline career

I get home from a long day, put on the radio
Lookin' for some country soul, but I don't find it, no
It's a dirt road free for all, some old boys sayin' they're outlaws,
They dress the part and they talk the talk
You know they've been taught to walk the walk
These boys think they're tough like they been robbin' banks
Cause they name drop Johnny Cash and they name drop poor old Hank