I drew my saber through her
It was a bloody knife
I threw her in the river
Which was a dreadful sight
I’m not gonna lie
I’ll not be a gentleman
Behind the boathouse
I’ll show you my dark secret
I’m not gonna lie
I want you for mine
My blushing bride
My lover, be my lover, yeah
You came at last
Love had its day
That day is past
You’ve gone away
This aching heart of mine is singing
Lover, come back to me
You can tell my arms go back to the farm
You can tell my feet to hit the floor
Or you can tell my lips to tell my fingertips
They won’t be reaching out for you no more
But don’t tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
I just don’t think he’d understand
And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man
Ooh
And now I know just why she
Keeps me hanging round
She needs someone to walk on
So her feet don’t touch the ground
But I love her (love her)
I need her (need her)
Want her (want her)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, she…!
Nobody gonna take my car
I’m gonna race it to the ground
Nobody gonna beat my car
It’s gonna break the speed of sound
Ooh, it’s a killing machine
It’s got everything
Like a driving power
Big fat tires and everything
I love it and I need it
I bleed it
Yeah, it’s a wild hurricane
Alright, hold tight
I’m a highway star
Now, we’re doing a hundred and ten
This certainly was a race
For a Rambler to pass a Caddy
Would be a big disgrace
The guy must’ve wanted to pass me up
As he kept on tooting his horn
I’ll show him that a Cadillac is not a car to scorn
Beep, beep, beep, beep
His horn went beep, beep, beep
I’m in love with my car (Ah)
Got to feel for my automobile (Ah)
Hey, well
I’m the friendly stranger in the black Sedan
Won’t you hop inside my car?
I got pictures, got candy
I’m a lovable man
And I can take you to the nearest star
I’m your vehicle, baby
I’ll take you anywhere you want to go
I would never wish this much on you
When what you have might be enough
I would never want to drive that fast
Unless you’re ready, willing, happy
Take me
Away from these simple feelings
I know
There’s places on the other sides of here
Take me
Away from these simple feelings
I know
I’ll take that car and drive there faster
Going ninety miles an hour
With her hair on fire
Running on a tank
Full of burning desire
She’s heading out
Old Highway 29
Leaving Loachapoka, Alabama behind
Leaving Loachapoka
From Memphis to New Orleans on the 51
I’m as old as the hills, the hills we run
51 phantom creepin through your town
Might find your woman squeak round
Got your gallop, your monkey grass
Ain’t the first time, won’t be the last
Saw the ghost of Elvis on Union Avenue
Followed him up through the gates of Graceland
And I watched him go right through
Now security they did not see him
They just hovered round his tomb
But there’s a pretty little thing waiting for the King
Down in the jungle room
I’m going to Graceland, Graceland, Memphis, Tennessee
I’m going to Graceland
Poor boys and pilgrims with families
And we are going to Graceland
Flying back from Lubboc, I saw Jesus on the plane.
Or maybe it was Elvis. You know they kinda look the same.
Jesus just left Chicago
And he’s bound for New Orleans
Dealin’ cards with the old men in the club car
Penny a point ain’t no one keepin’ score
Won’t you pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels rumblin’ 'neath the floor
He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn’t play for the money he wins
He doesn’t play for respect
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry
Thought I’d stop and have myself a brew
At an old saloon on a street of mud
There at a table, dealing stud
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me Sue
I remember to this day, the bright red Georgia clay
How it stuck to the tires after the summer rain
Will power made that old car go, a woman’s mind told me that it’s so
Oh, how I wish we were back on the road again
Me and you and a dog named Boo
Travellin’ and livin’ off the land
Me and you and a dog named Boo
How I love bein’ a free man