to the lord and asked him why He gave him a son like this Father couldnc?? realise And that really made me blue Going down on the road to paradise
... Itc?? not the end of the world when the sun goes down Rise and shine, people, and realise the shocking truth You all need some resurrection To rise up the thin road
I was always in the mix, too young for sticks Ty, tell 'em 'bout that Watts experience In Watts, a **** couldn't wait for the summertime Backyard barbecues
before That I would die where I was born Live a small town dream in a big backyard Raisin' babies and corn Now here I am, one eye on the road Tryin'
Mama's in the kitchen bakin' up a pie Daddy's in the backyard Get a job, son You know you ought to try I packed up my bag, I headed down the road I got
So many soldiers come home This road you walk This path you tread Sweet I shall see And heaven fed These avenues And bridges far These narrow streets And these backyards
Listen up and I'll tell you what you'll do Forget about music and alcohol too Forget about your baby We got other work for you Better drink yer glasses
Baby's just a little bit tired of the city Billboards and bullshit got her down Seem like you need a little hill country A little back roads driving,
in heaven with you. I'll write your name in the sand, put your hand with mine. Come on baby, shoot your gun in the sky! I met her at a backyard blockparty
is one big road With alot of signs and turns and twist and curves Even though the road is rocky But maintain to ride and keep on rockin From, city to city backyard
Baby's just a little bit tired of the city, Billboards and bullshit got her down, Seem like you need a little hill country, A little back roads driving
I get home This is what I say When my baby asks 'How was your day?' I say grace Took a rock from the garden I made here In the backyard with all ill
cry from the streets where I was born I've been doing some travelling Sometimes the road gets hard But you can also be lonely Standing in your own backyard
Well, I had the carburator, baby, cleaned and checked With her line blown out she's hummin' like a turbojet Propped her up in the backyard on concrete