I'm on a red dirt road windin' up to a sky of blue And I left the blacktop back about a mile or two No more sittin' at home leave the TV and the telephone
I heard the rumor that we're callin' it off and we won't last too long But I got this feelin' when I'm looking at you baby They couldn't be more wrong
I had a heck of a time gettin' into my house today There was a big ass u-haul trailer in my way And she was headed for the car, so I grabbed my old guitar
Down the drain pipe 'cross the yard and through the fence I risked a whoopin' every time I went 'Cause white boys weren't allowed on the colored side
You spun your web back a Sunday or two I ain't never met nobody like the likes of you You got me preachin' the news You turned down my road and decided
It was about five 'til five on Friday And we were all getting ready to go And the boss man started screaming And his veins began to show He said, "You
Runnin' from the rate race just as fast as I can Take off my tie so I can breathe Me, I'm going where the fresh air's blowin' Take a little walk in the
You know the cards are stacked against this As we surrender our defenses And I've torn down all my fences just for you And you feel it too what do we
It's killin' me to write the word 'Goodbye' I've wadded up and tossed a thousand tries We both know the reason There ain't nothing to explain But I know
I can feel your goodbye comin' Like a storm up from the south The rain'll splatter at the back door The wind'll whistle 'round the house So it's you and
Well, I don't know why I came here tonight I got the feeling something ain't right I'm so scared in case I fall off my chair And I'm wondering if I'll
Well I ain't proud of what I'm 'bout to do All alone up here with you With that picture of your man Face down upon the night stand, so he can't see And
: Runnin' from the rate race Just as fast as I can Take off my tie so I can breathe Me, I'm going where the fresh air's blowin' Take a little walk in
: I can feel your goodbye comin' Like a storm up from the south The rain'll splatter at the back door The wind'll whistle 'round the house So it's you
: It's killin' me to write the word "goodbye" I've wadded up and tossed a thousand tries We both know the reason There ain't nothing to explain But I
: I'm on a red dirt road winding up to a sky of blue And I left the blacktop back about a mile or two No more sittin' at home leave the T.V. and the
: It was about five til' five on Friday We were all getting ready to go And the boss man started screaming And his veins began to show He said "You and
: You know the cards are stacked against this As we surrender our defenses And I've torn down all my fences just for you And you feel it too What do
