Working hard to get my fill
Everybody wants a thrill
Payin’ anything to roll the dice just one more time
Some will win, some will lose
Some were born to sing the blues
Oh, the movie never ends
It goes on and on and on and on
Shoot to thrill, play to kill
Too many women with too many pills
Sweet Jamaican pipe dream
Golden Acapulco nights
Then Morocco and the east
Fly by morning light
I’ve lived all over the world;
I’ve left every place.
I’ve been everywhere, man.
I’ve been everywhere, man.
Crossed the deserts bare, man.
I’ve breathed the mountain air, man.
Of travel I’ve had my share, man.
I’ve been everywhere.
Cuz you’re everywhere to me,
and when I close my eyes it’s you I see
you’re everything I know that makes me believe,
I’m not alone, I’m not alone
I don’t mind the sun sometimes
The images it shows
I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes
sitting here wishing on a cement floor
just wishing that I had something you wore
bloody your hands on a cactus tree
wipe’em on your dress
and send it to me
I’m sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
Ooo, I’m just sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Wastin’ time
It’s a fine July on a beautiful night
With a heavenly sky and moonlight on the bay
We get it on almost every night
When that old moon gets big and bright
It’s a supernatural delight
Everybody was dancing in the moonlight
Buffalo Gals, won’t you come out tonight,
And dance by the light of the moon?
Truckin’, up to Buffalo
Been thinkin’, you got to mellow slow
Takes time, you pick a place to go
And just keep truckin’ on
It was the dark of the moon on the sixth of June
And a Kenworth pullin’ logs
Cab-over Pete with a reefer on
And a Jimmy haulin’ hogs
We’s headin’ for bear on Eye-one-O
'bout a mile outta Shakeytown
I says “Pigpen, this here’s Rubber Duck”
“And I’m about to put the hammer down”
‘cause we got a little ole convoy, rockin’ thru the night
Yeah, we got a little ole convoy, ain’t she a beautiful sight?
Come on and join our convoy, ain’t nothin’ gonna get in our way
We gonna roll this truckin’ convoy 'cross the USA
I was on the outskirts of a little southern town
Tryin’ to reach my destination
Before the sun went down
The old CB was blarin’ away on channel 1-9
When there came
A little boy’s voice on the radio line
And he said
Breaker 1-9
Is anyone there
Come on back truckers
And talk to Teddy Bear
Well I keyed the mike and said
You got it
Teddy Bear
She don’t love me, she love my automobile.
She don’t love me, she love my automobile.
Well she would do anything just to slide behind the wheel.
She said what’s it gonna take for you to lay your top on down?
She said what’s it gonna take for you to lay your top on down?
I said honey why don’t you ask me when we get to the outskirts of town.
Carmelita, hold me tighter
I think I’m sinking down
And I’m all strung out on heroin
On the outskirts of town.
Quick, give us your lips, give us your thighs,
give us your sad and devouring eyes
Cascading lights for every heartbeat
tonight we’ll sleep with the girls from the streets.
Tonight, tonight the highway’s bright
Out of our way, mister, you best keep
‘Cause summer’s here and the time is right
For racin’ in the street.
Well early in the morning,
just about the break of day
he used to sleep into the afternoon
if you never heard him sing,
I guess you’d want to soon
Cause people let me tell you,
it sent a chill up and down my spine
when I picked up the telephone
and heard that he died
out on the main line.
Tonight’s the night.