Chirs Jones „Roadhouses & Automobiles"
Vers 1:
It's a long row of zeros,
shining in that dashboard light,
another millions miles in some rental cars,
another highway in the night.
another day, another week, another month,
away from my family,
but I'll be lying if I told you,
there's somewhere I rather be.
Living in roadhouses and automobiles,
There's a poor boy hunting june bugs,
And I know just how he feels.
Living out of suitcases,
Living out of fantasy,
There won't be nothing left, when this road gets done,
with me.
Vers 2:
Now it's a long road that brings me here,
a lot of pain and folks (left) behind,
and if the music hadn't pulled me through,
I'd have probably lost my mind.
I bet (hope) my woman she understands it,
our little daughter understands it too,
they both love me for who I am,
and separable from what I do.
I'm a stranger to my children,
I'm a stranger to myself, sometimes,
but that don't mean it's just another sad song,
to read between the lines.
Between the lines it's just...
Vers 1 (repeated) (some words added):
a long road of zeros,
shining in that dashboard lights,
another millions miles in some rental cars,
another highway in the darker night.
another day, another week, another month,
away from my family,
but I'll be lying if I told you,
there's somewhere I rather be.
