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1, 2, 1, 2, 3 |
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Won't you scratch my itch sweet Annie Rich |
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And welcome me back to town |
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Come out on your porch, step into your parlor |
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And I'll show you how it all went down |
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Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels |
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And a good saloon in every single town |
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Oh and I remember something you once told me |
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And I'll be damned if it did not come true |
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Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down |
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And they all led me straight back home to you |
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So I headed west to grow up with the country |
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Out across those prairies with those waves of grain |
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And I saw my devil and I saw my deep blue sea |
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And I thought about a calico bonnet from Cheyenne to Tennessee |
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Hey, we flew straight across that river bridge |
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Last night at half past two |
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The switchman wave his lantern goodbye, good luck |
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As we went rolling through |
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Billboards and truck stops pass by the grievous angel |
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And now I know just what I have to do |
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And the man on the radio won't leave me alone |
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He wants to take my money for something that I've never been shown |
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And I saw my devil and I saw my deep blue sea |
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And I thought about a calico bonnet from Cheyenne to Tennessee |
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The news I could bring I met up with the king |
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His head an amphetamine crown |
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Talked about unbuckling that old Bible belt |
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And lit out for some desert town |
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Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels |
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And a good saloon in every single town |
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Oh, but I remember something you once told me |
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Oh, and I'll be damned if it did not come true |
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Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down |
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And they all lead me straight back home to you |
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Oh, twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down |
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And they all lead me straight back home to you |
