Texarkana en route to New Orleans –
My baby fell from his bike.
And I was told he lay conscious;
And he knew death would arrive.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…

From weeping trees blue bottles hang –
And southern grass come covered with mist.
Could he not stay on the road we paved?
The dirt devours those who fall adrift.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…

They took his body back to the Golden State;
Where his mother wept a sad goodbye.
And not a dry eye was to be seen –
Unless you looked into my eyes.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…

Amazing grace how sweet the soundThat saved a wretch like meI once was lost but now I’m foundI was blind but now I see

You won’t have to miss me, I’ll be home as soon as the snow covers the ground December is easy, it’s the months before that always bring me down
A ghost without a mission, another year gone by
I’ve been trying to listen to the tears we’ve cried
All I need you to believe is that I’ll be back when I am whole again I’ll find a card up my sleeve, a king or a jack to help me be a man A guest without permission, another gear gone dry
I’m still trying to listen to the tears we’ve cried
Unless you want to come away with me I guess we couldn’t go astray, Andie Andie
Unless you want to come away with me I guess we couldn’t go astray, Andie Andie

I’ve lived in the lonely city
I crawled out from the lonely city, singin’...


Now I’m back in my hometown county
Doin’ jack in my hometown county, singin’...


I can’t make no God damn money
I just can’t make no money, singin’...


I travel to the busy city,
I crawl out to the busy city, singin’...


There I’m gonna make me some money,
People there gonna give me some money, while they’re singin’...


Got a song for the busy city,
I wrote a song for the busy city,
But will they ever stop and listen...? Please stop and listen...