Sounds like it’s getting dangerous to travel, what with them hanging an innocent man in Georgia and those four dead in Ohio. Now Indiana wants me.
Lord, I can’t go back there.
That definitely reminds me of the time I was just running down the road trying to loosen my load. I had seven women on my mind. Four that wanted to own me, two that wanted to stone me, one said she was a friend of mine.
Be careful. You won’t come back from dead man’s curve.
But then I saw her face, now I’m a believer. without a trace, no doubt in my mind… I’m in love…oooooo. I’m a believer.
This makes me wonder if we’re on a road to nowhere…come on, let’s ride!
Hey, Shibb, that wouldn’t have happened on a dark desert highway, would it? Cool wind in your hair?
No, but you take the skyway. It don’t move at all like a subway. It’s got bums when it’s cold like any other place.
Was that the night they drove ole Dixie down? If I recall, all the bells were ringing, and all the people singing. They sang “Naa na-na na-na-naa, na-na na-na na-na na-naa-naa.”
Are you sure they weren’t singing “Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey hey, goodbye”?
She grew up in a Indiana town, had a good lookin’ mama who never was around.
But she grew up tall and she grew up right with them Indiana boys on an Indiana night.
Did they know how to pony like Bony Maronie? What about the Mash Potato? The Alligator?
She didn’t need to. The pony she named Wildfire, with a whirlwind by her side, on a cold Nebraska night. But they say she died one winter when there came a killing frost. And the pony she named Wildfire?
Busted down its stall. In a blizzard he was lost
That’s cuz there was a storm across the valley; the clouds were rollin’ in. The afternoon was heavy on his shoulders. You hear about that truck out on the four-lane? It was a mile or more away, but the whining of his wheels just made it colder.
The searchers all say they’d have made Whitefish Bay if they’d had fifteen more miles behind her.
Well, you’ve got to laugh a little, cry a little, and let the clouds roll by a little. That’s the story of, that’s the glory of love.
Love?! Lord above! Now you’re tryin’ to trick me in love!
Whatever gets you through the night is alright.
Just, for Og’s sake,whatever you do, don’t let the sun catch you crying!
Why would I do that? Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy!
Well, you might as well be walking on the sun!