Summer’s kickin’ in, I can feel the heat
Comin’ through my car window
Friday nights are red brake lights
Stuck in here like cargo
Dead or alive on the 405
Traffic’s moving like a slug
Dead or alive on the 405
Stuck behind a '68 Bug
I’m a cowboy,
On a steel horse I ride,
I’m wanted,
Dead or alive,
I’m wanted,
Dead or alive
Now here I am with my hat in my hand
Standin’ on the broad highway will you give a ride
To a lonesome boy who missed the train last night
I went in town for one last round
And I gambled my ticket away
And the big steel rail won’t carry me home to the one I love
Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane
Ain’t got time to take a fast train
Lonely days are gone, I’m a-goin’ home
My baby, just-a wrote me a letter
Trains and boats and planes are passing by
They mean a trip to Paris or Rome
For someone else but not for me
The trains and the boats and planes
Took you away, away from me
I’m leaving on a jet plane
Don’t know when I’ll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go.
I hear that train a’coming, coming round the bend.
I ain’t seen the sunshine since I don’t know when…
Tonight there’s gonna be a jailbreak
Somewhere in this town
See me and the boys we don’t like it
So were getting up and going down
A couple hours later we were in the elevator,
Making out like Bonnie and Clyde,
I was dizzy from the love we found,
Going up and going down…
Love in an elevator
Livin’ it up when I’m goin’ down
Love in an elevator
Lovin’ it up till I hit the ground
I’m going down in a blaze of glory
Take me now but know the truth
I’m going out in a blaze of glory
Lord, I never drew first
But I drew first blood
I’ve seen fire and I’ve seen rain.
If a man ever needed dyin’, he did
No one had the right to say what he said about you
And it’s so cold and lonely here without you
Out there the law’s a comin’
I’m gettin’ so tired of runnin’
Indiana wants me, Lord, I can’t go back there
But she grew up tall and she grew up right,
With them Indiana boys,
On an Indiana night…
The new-mowed hay sends all its fragrance
Through the fields I used to roam
When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash
How I long for my Indiana home
She came down from Birmingham on the Wabash Cannonball…
Oh, the moonlight’s fair tonight along the Wabash
From the fields there comes the breath of new mown hay
Through the sycamore the candle lights are gleaming
On the banks of the Wabash, far away
Could you paint me a Birmingham?
Make it look just the way I plan
A little house on the edge of town
Porch going all the way around
I would rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham
I would hold my life in his saving grace
I would walk all the way from Boulder to Birmingham
If i thought I could see, I could see your face
My story is much too sad to be told,
But practically everything
Leaves me totally cold.
The only exception I know is the case,
When I’m out on a quiet spree,
Fighting vainly the old ennui
And I suddenly turn and see,
Your fabulous face.