| Song | Good Intentions Paving Company |
| Artist | Joanna Newsom |
| Album | Have One on Me |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Twenty miles left to the show | |
| Hello, my old country, hello | |
| Stars are just beginning to appear | |
| And I have never in my life before been here | |
| And it's my heart, not me, who cannot drive | |
| At which conclusion you arrived | |
| Watching me sit here bolt upright and cry | |
| For no good reason at the Eastering sky | |
| And the tilt of this strange nation | |
| And the will to remain for the duration | |
| Waving the flag | |
| Feeling it drag | |
| Like a bump on a bump on a log, baby | |
| Like I'm in a fist fight with a fog, baby | |
| Step-ball-change and a pirouette | |
| And I regret, I regret | |
| How I said to you, 'honey, just open your heart' | |
| When I've got trouble even opening a honey jar | |
| And that right there is where we are... | |
| And I been 'fessing double fast | |
| Addressing questions nobody asked | |
| I'll get this joy off of my chest at last | |
| And I will love you 'til the noise has long since passed | |
| And I did not mean to shout, just drive | |
| Just get us out, dead or alive | |
| A road too long to mention, lord, it's something to see! | |
| Laid down by the good intentions paving company | |
| All the way to the thing we've been playing at, darlin' | |
| I can see that you're wearing your staying hat, darlin' | |
| For the time being all is well | |
| Won't you love me a spell? | |
| This is blindness beyond all conceiving | |
| Well, behind us the road is leaving, yeah, leaving | |
| And falling back | |
| Like a rope gone slack | |
| Well, I saw straight away that the lay was steep | |
| But I fell for you, honey, as easy as falling asleep | |
| And that right there is the course I keep... | |
| And no amount of talking | |
| Is going to soften the fall | |
| But, like after the rain, step out | |
| Of the overhang, that's all | |
| It had a nice a ring to it | |
| When the ol' opry house rang | |
| So with a solemn auld lang | |
| Signed, sealed, delivered, I sang | |
| And there is hesitation | |
| And it always remains | |
| Concerning you, me, | |
| And the rest of the gang | |
| And in our quiet hour | |
| I feel I see everything | |
| And am in love with the hook | |
| Upon which everyone hangs | |
| And I know you meant to show the extent | |
| To which you gave a goddang | |
| You ranged real hot and real cold but I'm sold | |
| I am home on that range | |
| And I do hate to fold | |
| Right here at the top of my game | |
| When I've been trying with my whole heart and soul | |
| To stay right here in the right lane | |
| But it can make you feel over and old | |
| Lord, you know it's a shame | |
| When I only want for you to pull over and hold me | |
| 'Til I can't remember my own name |
| Twenty miles left to the show | |
| Hello, my old country, hello | |
| Stars are just beginning to appear | |
| And I have never in my life before been here | |
| And it' s my heart, not me, who cannot drive | |
| At which conclusion you arrived | |
| Watching me sit here bolt upright and cry | |
| For no good reason at the Eastering sky | |
| And the tilt of this strange nation | |
| And the will to remain for the duration | |
| Waving the flag | |
| Feeling it drag | |
| Like a bump on a bump on a log, baby | |
| Like I' m in a fist fight with a fog, baby | |
| Stepballchange and a pirouette | |
| And I regret, I regret | |
| How I said to you, ' honey, just open your heart' | |
| When I' ve got trouble even opening a honey jar | |
| And that right there is where we are... | |
| And I been ' fessing double fast | |
| Addressing questions nobody asked | |
| I' ll get this joy off of my chest at last | |
| And I will love you ' til the noise has long since passed | |
| And I did not mean to shout, just drive | |
| Just get us out, dead or alive | |
| A road too long to mention, lord, it' s something to see! | |
| Laid down by the good intentions paving company | |
| All the way to the thing we' ve been playing at, darlin' | |
| I can see that you' re wearing your staying hat, darlin' | |
| For the time being all is well | |
| Won' t you love me a spell? | |
| This is blindness beyond all conceiving | |
| Well, behind us the road is leaving, yeah, leaving | |
| And falling back | |
| Like a rope gone slack | |
| Well, I saw straight away that the lay was steep | |
| But I fell for you, honey, as easy as falling asleep | |
| And that right there is the course I keep... | |
| And no amount of talking | |
| Is going to soften the fall | |
| But, like after the rain, step out | |
| Of the overhang, that' s all | |
| It had a nice a ring to it | |
| When the ol' opry house rang | |
| So with a solemn auld lang | |
| Signed, sealed, delivered, I sang | |
| And there is hesitation | |
| And it always remains | |
| Concerning you, me, | |
| And the rest of the gang | |
| And in our quiet hour | |
| I feel I see everything | |
| And am in love with the hook | |
| Upon which everyone hangs | |
| And I know you meant to show the extent | |
| To which you gave a goddang | |
| You ranged real hot and real cold but I' m sold | |
| I am home on that range | |
| And I do hate to fold | |
| Right here at the top of my game | |
| When I' ve been trying with my whole heart and soul | |
| To stay right here in the right lane | |
| But it can make you feel over and old | |
| Lord, you know it' s a shame | |
| When I only want for you to pull over and hold me | |
| ' Til I can' t remember my own name |
| Twenty miles left to the show | |
| Hello, my old country, hello | |
| Stars are just beginning to appear | |
| And I have never in my life before been here | |
| And it' s my heart, not me, who cannot drive | |
| At which conclusion you arrived | |
| Watching me sit here bolt upright and cry | |
| For no good reason at the Eastering sky | |
| And the tilt of this strange nation | |
| And the will to remain for the duration | |
| Waving the flag | |
| Feeling it drag | |
| Like a bump on a bump on a log, baby | |
| Like I' m in a fist fight with a fog, baby | |
| Stepballchange and a pirouette | |
| And I regret, I regret | |
| How I said to you, ' honey, just open your heart' | |
| When I' ve got trouble even opening a honey jar | |
| And that right there is where we are... | |
| And I been ' fessing double fast | |
| Addressing questions nobody asked | |
| I' ll get this joy off of my chest at last | |
| And I will love you ' til the noise has long since passed | |
| And I did not mean to shout, just drive | |
| Just get us out, dead or alive | |
| A road too long to mention, lord, it' s something to see! | |
| Laid down by the good intentions paving company | |
| All the way to the thing we' ve been playing at, darlin' | |
| I can see that you' re wearing your staying hat, darlin' | |
| For the time being all is well | |
| Won' t you love me a spell? | |
| This is blindness beyond all conceiving | |
| Well, behind us the road is leaving, yeah, leaving | |
| And falling back | |
| Like a rope gone slack | |
| Well, I saw straight away that the lay was steep | |
| But I fell for you, honey, as easy as falling asleep | |
| And that right there is the course I keep... | |
| And no amount of talking | |
| Is going to soften the fall | |
| But, like after the rain, step out | |
| Of the overhang, that' s all | |
| It had a nice a ring to it | |
| When the ol' opry house rang | |
| So with a solemn auld lang | |
| Signed, sealed, delivered, I sang | |
| And there is hesitation | |
| And it always remains | |
| Concerning you, me, | |
| And the rest of the gang | |
| And in our quiet hour | |
| I feel I see everything | |
| And am in love with the hook | |
| Upon which everyone hangs | |
| And I know you meant to show the extent | |
| To which you gave a goddang | |
| You ranged real hot and real cold but I' m sold | |
| I am home on that range | |
| And I do hate to fold | |
| Right here at the top of my game | |
| When I' ve been trying with my whole heart and soul | |
| To stay right here in the right lane | |
| But it can make you feel over and old | |
| Lord, you know it' s a shame | |
| When I only want for you to pull over and hold me | |
| ' Til I can' t remember my own name |