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By The Time I Get To Howlong

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Looking down an empty road To Lockhart town A heavy load behind me It's draggin' on I'm leavin' on the midnight bus To West Wyalong And don't care much about it I got to go Outside it's sunrise again That's right So won't you say you oughta be In a sunny car In sunny Coleambaily with me, babe I wanna know 'Coz I'm sittin' down Upon a train To Shepparton and back again And I just wanna get home Outside it's sunrise Mist on the road Driving to Bright again Drive again Drive again

Take A Back Road

RODNEY ATKINS "Take A Back Road"
Sit in that six-lane backed up traffic Horns are honking, I've about had it I'm looking for an exit sign Gotta get out of here, get it all off my mind And like a memory from your grandpa's attic A song comes slippin' through the radio static Changing my mood A little George Strait 1982 And it makes me wanna take a back road Makes me wanna take the long way home Put a little gravel in my travel Unwind, unravel all night long Makes me wanna grab my honey Tear down some two-lane country Who knows Get lost and get right with my soul Makes me wanna take Makes me wanna take a back road. I've been cooped up, tied down, 'bout forgotten What a field looks like, full of corn and cotton If I'm gonna hit a traffic jam, Well it better be a tractor man So sick and tired of this interstate system I need a curve and wind-a-twistin' Dusty path to nowhere With the wind blowing through my baby's hair Yeah, makes me wanna take a back road Makes me wanna take the long way home Put a little gravel in my travel Unwind, unravel all night long Makes me wanna grab my honey Tear down some two-lane country Who knows Get lost and get right with my soul Makes me wanna take Makes me wanna take a back road. Some old back road Maybe it's the feeling or maybe it's the freedom Maybe it's that shady spot Where we park the truck when the things get hot Where we park the truck when the things get hot And it makes me wanna take a back road Makes me wanna take the long way home Put a little gravel in my travel Unwind, unravel all night long Makes me wanna grab you honey Tear down some two-lane country Who knows Get lost and get right with my soul Makes me wanna take Makes me wanna take a back road. Some old back road, get right with my soul Now all I gotta do is take some old back road To the shady spot where things get hot Way down, way down, way down some old back road

Black Bear Road

C.W. McCall "Black Bear Road"
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis) Me an' RJ an' the kids was on a camp-out in the mountains, and we had us one'a them U-Drive-'Em Army Jeep cars which we rented from a fella by the name of Kubozke for thirty bucks a day, buy your gas along the way, take a rabbit's foot and leave a pint of blood for a dee-posit. And he 'splained it all to us how we was supposed to get to Telluride, which is fifty miles away by way of the regular highway, however, there was a shortcut but unless we had drove the Black Bear Road before, we'd better be off to stay, stay in bed and sleep late. (Pay no attention to the gitar there.) Well, we took up off'n the highway and we come upon a sign says Black Bear Road. You don't have to be crazy to drive this road, but it helps. I says, RJ, this must the shortcut road Kubozke was talkin' about. She didn't pay no mind, 'cause she was makin' peanut butter sandwiches for the kids in the back seat throwin' rocks and drinkin' Kool-Aid and playin' count-the-license-plates. But they wasn't havin' too much fun a-countin' license plate or cars, 'cause there weren't no other cars. We went about a mile-and-a-half in about four hours, busted off the right front fender, tore a hole in the oil pan on a rock as big as a hall closet. Went over a bump and spilt the Kool-Aid and Roy Gene stuck his bolo knife right through the convertible top and the dog threw up all over the back seat. Peanut butter don't agree with him, you see. So we had to stop and take off the top and air everything out and clean it up. The dog run off and RJ says she felt her asthma comin' on. I was sittin' there wonderin' what to do when the en-tire scenic San Joo-wan U-Drive-'Em Army Jeep car sank in the mud. At thirteen thousand feet above sea level. Well, we shoveled it out and ate our lunch, the dog made a yellow hole in the snow and Roy Gene got out his Instamatic and took a snapshot of it. Mary Elizabeth drawed a picture of the road; it looked like a whole bunch a' Zs and Ws all strung together. And RJ took one look at it and said that the only way that Jeep car is goin' down that road is over her dead body. Then a rock slipped out from under the wheel and the U-Drive-'Em Army Jeep car went right over the edge of the cliff. Yahoo-oo-oo-oo! Doggone-it, Roy Gene! How many times do I have to 'splain it to you? When I tell you to put a rock under the wheel, I mean rock! Now look at that, what you have there is no bigger'n a grapefruit.

What's Left Of Me

AVANTASIA "The Mystery Of Time"
I think of the days I was thrilled by this road ahead When the moment won over what was to come Not afraid of the distance but the distance afraid of me Everytime I made it there I found nothing The distance was gone Now, I don't wanna fade But I ain't gonna run I'm resting my head on these stones God, what have you done to you and me I'm tired of scaring the future away No road ahead, the fire is dead Father don't you see in front of you Is what the chase has left of me If only they told me What the kerbside was hiding away Where the angels from high street didn't want to go And a heartbeat is forced To resign to the glory of a commonplace I am jaded I don't wanna see what's becoming of me Here's a bit! Then spare me this sight now… Cut it out I'm tired of the future myself I don't wanna fade but I ain't gonna run I'm resting my head on these stones God, what have you done to you and me I'm tired of scaring the future away No road ahead, the fire is dead Father don't you see In front of you is what's left of me God and glory torn to pieces, No no, it's just the spirit of the times I'm drawn to a flame that won't release me Release me! And I see a thousand who wait in line I don't wanna face what I ain't gonna stand I'm resting my head on these stones God, what have you done Look at yourself! I'm tired of scaring the future away The dark road ahead, the fire is dead Father don't you see what you have made of me

Down The Road A Piece

CHUCK BERRY "Rockin' at the Hops"
Now if you wanna hear some boogie like I'm gonna play It's just an old piano and a knockout bass The drummer man's a cat they call Kickin' McCoy You know, remember that rubber-legged boy? Mama's cookin' chicken fried and bacon grease Come on along boys it's just down the road apiece Well, there's a place you really get your kicks It's open every night about twelve to six Now if you wanna hear some boogie you can get your fill And shove and sting like an old steam drill Come on along you can lose your lead Down the road, down the road, down the road apiece There's a place you really get your kicks It's open every night about twelve to six Now if you wanna hear some boogie you can get your fill And shove and sting like an old steam drill Come on along you can lose your lead Down the road, down the road, down the road apiece

Fly, Sadness Fly

Fury in the Slaughterhouse "The Color Fury"
Beside the road the moon is falling Out of a clear bright sky I remember what I left this morning and the engine sings ?good bye ?soft rain on the windscreen patting an unknown beat in my head, so sweet I put my dreams on the dashboard My fears in the trunk and drive on Our road is paved with fire You know we have to burn our feet To fulfil our desire Our road is paved with fire We might burn our souls But where else can we go Fly my sadness fly make sure you shake off all the pain before you reach the sky Cry , a river cry Don't try to hide it in yourself Just let the water flow We shook the tree to get the fruits Maybe we shook so hard we've destroyed the roots Now the earth has all dried out And we both know there's no doubt about it And so I drive for hours and hours And the transience of being is everything I磎 seeing But I don't think it's too late, now it's time to face the fate To go on

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