What a shame
Dirty shame
All the same
Dirty shame yeah
It's a goddamn fucking dirty shame
Lordy me
Glory be
Mercy me
Glory be yeah
It's a goddamn fucking dirty shame
JOE!
Holy shit
It's a goddamn fucking dirty shame
Oh looky here
I want an open road I want to drive away
But nobody got a second chance
Giving up too fast I want to play my hand
But nobody got a second chance
I Will crawl to you
I will die for you
But I warn you
I cry too
I want an open road where the wind it sings out loud
A tune that's meant to drown another's pain
I need an open road I got to fly away
'Cause the pressure's enough to drive a man insane
What'd you say to me
Oh why can't I see
What's so goddamn wrong with me
Oh why can't I see
Break it down
I want an open heart so I can say just what I feel
But it's hard to start when you got to sonic boom
I want an open book I got to write my story true
So the end won't eber no never come too soon
I'm thinking of a thing from long ago
I don't know what it is
And I'm looking at my life just like it's something
That I can not give
I don't give a shit
For anything at all
Oh no
Oh no
I made a record before I could even buy a beer
By the time I was 22 I'd played more shows than I could hear
Sang in smoke filled rooms
And drank for free all night
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
I seen 'em come and go I seen 'em rise and fall
I've made a billion fliers and made a million calls
I went from the mailing list to emails to evites
But it ain't no different if you're signing through the night
Alright
I been around this whole damn world
It's bigger than the sky is wide
But one thing everywhere is when everything seems just right
Play the night away
And sing everyday
Every day
I'm thinking of a thing from long ago
I don't know what it is
And I'm looking at my life just like it's something
That I can not give
I don't give a shit
For anything at all
I'm just day to day
I drove my truck right on down to the water
Right up to the Chesapeake Bay
Stared out at my destiny fading
Spun out on that slick Maryland clay
Everyone spends their time a-yelling
Listening a thing of the past
Harass me with verbal gymnastics
And stupider opinions than that
So hold on for me
I'm driving and driving and driving again
Hold on for me
I'm driving and driving and driving again
What are the terms of a failure
Then again who really cares
Strip every word of its meaning
Stretch out and bathe in the glare
So hold on for me
I'm driving and driving and driving again
Hold on for me
I'm driving and driving and driving again
I woke up at noon
With my alarm clock
Packed my bags
Searching for some truth
I ain't found nothing
What a drag
Headed south to find Graceland's healing kind
In redneck heaven the Stars and Bars fly high on a
Hazy day in June
I feel romantic
Like Jesse James
I shot some good ol' boy
'Cause he was fucking with me
Didn't ask his name
Headed south to find Graceland's healing kind
In redneck heaven the Stars and Bars glimmer like fire
Flying Texas bound
Love that Dixie ground
I'm a punk rock outlaw
Glory bound
I was killed last night
Flashed low rider lights
By an "esse" Mexican
Over reefer bales
At twelve oh two
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