Aunt Clara kept her bible right next to the phone In case she needed a quote while she talked to someone In my memory she smiles while the blessings said
Where have been? I don?t want to know Probably some place I wouldn?t want to go Who were you with? What did you see? Whatcha talk about? Whatcha say
Turned off the TV, sat down to dinner Phone rang, we were saying grace Grandma died left us sixty acres The last of the old home place Sixty acres up
Where'd you go last night? I never heard you leaving I woke up in such a fright When I could no longer feel you breathing And I could smell the rain
The air raid siren at the high school blew Every weekday, twelve o'clock noon Dinner time, people as if we didn't know I guess the city fathers liked
He was a drinking man with a guitar problem Didn't have a dollar to his name He didn't seem to mind it all that often He mostly took whatever came And
Strap them kids in give 'em a little bit of vodka In a Cherry Coke, we're going to Oklahoma To the family reunion for the first time in years It's up
The hurricane party's windin' down And we're all waitin' for the end And I don't want another drink I only want that last one again He gave me such a
Last time I saw you it could've been Christmas eve it could've been someone's birthday it could've been make believe for all I know it could've been
I?ve got it all to myself now Crack the window just a hair Dark and close, the way I like it Black tobacco chokes the air I keep to myself, I lack the
The in-laws are waiting the games have begun The cell phone keeps ringing ?don?t answer it hon? The whole thing?s arranged just to aggravate Dad And
I got a room with a Freeway view Ia??m only home at night I aina??t ever coming back to you Or then again I might Then again I might get lonely Then
Look off down the highway at the glittering lights Like windshield glass on the shoulder tonight As the diesels come grinding on up from the plains
Flatter than a table top Makes you wonder why they stopped here Wagon must have lost a wheel Or they lacked ambition one In the great migration west
I'm not from here I just live here grew up somewhere far away come here thinking I'd never stay long I'd be going back soon someday it's been a few
I guess we knew the cards were stacked Started out the best of friends And we beat that highway 'til it quit beating back It didn't mean much in the end
When you land in Paris and they wave you right through Though your passport picture, doesn't look much like you They don't look at your luggage, they
Picked you up in Pocatello In some truck stop parking lot Out beside that burned up Volvo With the smoking engine shot And you just left that Volvo
