| Song | Highway 17 |
| Artist | Rodney Crowell |
| Album | The Houston Kid |
| 作词 : Crowell | |
| I put away fifteen grand doing one-night stands mostly liquor stores and fillin' stations | |
| Me and this peepin' | |
| Tom by the name of | |
| J.D. Swan and any number of his odd blood relations | |
| This was armed robbery 1957 and mostly our getaways were clean | |
| Then I'd pay off the boys and bury my bread out on | |
| Highway 17 | |
| I had five kids and a wife with one dress and a yard full of cars that wouldn't running | |
| My two oldest boys they were on to my noise they despised what their daddy done | |
| But I did my thing the best | |
| I could maing plans by the light of day | |
| And then night would fall and it was time to call and | |
| I was always on my way | |
| Now J.D. he was crazy and he was inbred he drank whiskey like it was goin' out of style | |
| You know I should have seen it coming the writing was on the wall he was getting just a little too loose and wild | |
| Annd he made his mistake out on | |
| Airline Drive, you know those | |
| North Houston cops are quick | |
| They blew a hole in | |
| J.D. the size of | |
| Dallas and put a lump on my head with the brunt of a nightstick | |
| You know 5-10 in | |
| Huntsville ain't no good times boys but | |
| I walked that line do you know what | |
| I mean'Cause my mind was snug on that hole | |
| I dug out on | |
| Highway 17 | |
| I said my mind was snug on that hole | |
| I dug out on | |
| Highway 17 | |
| So I served my time only way | |
| I knew how thinking big and making plans | |
| All about the way | |
| I was gonna change the world when | |
| I get my hands on that 15 grand | |
| You know C. | |
| W. and Herschel my two oldest boys they took care of their momma and their little sisters the best way that they could | |
| Dealing dimes and stealing hubcaps you know pretty soon they were doing good | |
| So I walked out those prison gates a free man on the first day of | |
| November 19 and '63 | |
| I kissed my wife and | |
| I hugged my babies but they didn't seem the same to me | |
| You know the boys looked on they were already grown it was written across their eyes and their faces | |
| I'm the perfect sample of a bad example gone forever from their graces | |
| But baby six long years and a lot can change many miles beyond your wildest dreams | |
| But a six-lane wide modern interstate ride out on | |
| Highway 17 | |
| Lord they sunk my ship 'neath a concrete strip out on | |
| Highway 17 | |
| Man they broke my back they built a concrete track out on | |
| Highway 17 | |
| Well, you know it ain't funny but they buried my money out on | |
| Highway 17 |
| zuò cí : Crowell | |
| I put away fifteen grand doing onenight stands mostly liquor stores and fillin' stations | |
| Me and this peepin' | |
| Tom by the name of | |
| J. D. Swan and any number of his odd blood relations | |
| This was armed robbery 1957 and mostly our getaways were clean | |
| Then I' d pay off the boys and bury my bread out on | |
| Highway 17 | |
| I had five kids and a wife with one dress and a yard full of cars that wouldn' t running | |
| My two oldest boys they were on to my noise they despised what their daddy done | |
| But I did my thing the best | |
| I could maing plans by the light of day | |
| And then night would fall and it was time to call and | |
| I was always on my way | |
| Now J. D. he was crazy and he was inbred he drank whiskey like it was goin' out of style | |
| You know I should have seen it coming the writing was on the wall he was getting just a little too loose and wild | |
| Annd he made his mistake out on | |
| Airline Drive, you know those | |
| North Houston cops are quick | |
| They blew a hole in | |
| J. D. the size of | |
| Dallas and put a lump on my head with the brunt of a nightstick | |
| You know 510 in | |
| Huntsville ain' t no good times boys but | |
| I walked that line do you know what | |
| I mean' Cause my mind was snug on that hole | |
| I dug out on | |
| Highway 17 | |
| I said my mind was snug on that hole | |
| I dug out on | |
| Highway 17 | |
| So I served my time only way | |
| I knew how thinking big and making plans | |
| All about the way | |
| I was gonna change the world when | |
| I get my hands on that 15 grand | |
| You know C. | |
| W. and Herschel my two oldest boys they took care of their momma and their little sisters the best way that they could | |
| Dealing dimes and stealing hubcaps you know pretty soon they were doing good | |
| So I walked out those prison gates a free man on the first day of | |
| November 19 and ' 63 | |
| I kissed my wife and | |
| I hugged my babies but they didn' t seem the same to me | |
| You know the boys looked on they were already grown it was written across their eyes and their faces | |
| I' m the perfect sample of a bad example gone forever from their graces | |
| But baby six long years and a lot can change many miles beyond your wildest dreams | |
| But a sixlane wide modern interstate ride out on | |
| Highway 17 | |
| Lord they sunk my ship ' neath a concrete strip out on | |
| Highway 17 | |
| Man they broke my back they built a concrete track out on | |
| Highway 17 | |
| Well, you know it ain' t funny but they buried my money out on | |
| Highway 17 |