Me and the Road and Mary-Jane.

Poor White Boy
Guys with Guitars
Brand New World
Motel Albequerque
Rock 'n' Roll Lullubies
Old Restless Feeling
Inez
Me and the Road and Mary-Jane
Jenny
Sacked
Angel Wings
This Time Around
James Dean
Happy Sunday
I'll Take You to the Other Side

Poor White Boy

Scuz me Mr. Bouncer, I was just passing thru

Id like to come in and play a song or two

If there aint nothing going on and its allright with you

There’s just something I got to get off of my chest.

I admit that I’m broke but someone will buy me a round

Turn my mike up and turn the Jukebox around

I’ll have this place rockin, the loudest in town

Just prop open the door and I’ll handle the rest.

I aint no fancy picker, I just strum and wail

But listen to my song and I’ll tell you a tale

Of something that happened not too long ago.

I had a yard sale, quit my day-job and hopped a north-bound train

Ended up in Nashville, TN

With this beat up guitar, a change of clothes and a wad of dollar bills

Didn’t have a place to call my home but by god, I was free.

Didn’t have to worry bout bills or rent but my money sure went fast

I wrote this song in the pouring rain under-neath an over-pass.

Im just a poor white boy trying to make a dollar

Im just a poor white boy trying to make a dime. X2

I said hey mister please, can you spare some change for me

I aint got no shoes and there aint none for free

I been sittn here on this corner

Just watching the days go by

I been sitting here on this corner

And im still wondering why

Im just a poor white boy trying to make a dollar

Im just a poor white boy trying to make a dime. X2

They say this is a rough town yall

L.A. aint got nothing on this

Everybody round here wants to hold a dollar

And I can’t even find a place to piss

The street’s cold and lonely

I guess in a way it suits me fine

It’s a long hard road im walking

And im counting those white lines.

This town’s full of has-beens and wanna-be’s

The up-and-coming and the down and out

Everybody’s looking for a record deal

Cuz that’s what it’s all about

Money, Power, Fortune and Fame

That’s the name of the game

It aint got shit to do with the music anymore

And it’s all starting to sound the same.

Im just a poor white boy trying to make a dollar

Im just a poor white boy trying to make a dime. X2

Guys with Guitars

Pulled into town today, not a penny to my name

My guitar on my back

My shirt had been reworn, My jeans were stained and torn

Everything I owned was in a sack

When she looked my way, I didn’t know what to say

She seemed a little bit high-class

But then she smiled at me, and she said “hey baby,”

“Won’t you play some Johnny Cash.”

It aint all about fancy clothes and diamond rings

Girls really don’t care about those things

It doesn’t really matter if you drive a brand new car

Girls like guys with guitars.

Girls like guys with guitars

Its doesn’t really matter if you drive a brand new car

It aint all about fancy clothes and diamond rings

Girls like guys with guitars. X2

I play every night, beneath the city lights

Down on second and broadway

I just find a place to open up my case

And I sit and strum and play

I don’t have a job, a house or a car

And I aint telling you no lies

But if you think that means I don’t get laid

You just might be surprised.

Chorus

Brand New World

I just got the word tonight, that a week ago last night, an overdose claimed a friend of mine

He drove a real fast car, but he never got too far, he couldn’t see past the city limit sign

We spent our high-school days, in the sleepy town of Monterey, not a thing to do exept get high

Yea, we’d drive around, nothing going on when the sun went down

Sometimes I’d think as I looked up at the sky

What if the grass really is greener on the other side

Of that city-limit sign.

Its five days, till the end of September

And I’ve got high-ways, running thru my mind

There’s better days, over the horizon

The suns’ rays, are shining down on me.

The Suns’ high in the sky

Im on the road, headed to a brand new world

A different time and place

I don’t need an alibi this time, I aint running from nothing

I just need a little space. X2

Momma always said, never take rides from strangers

But anymore, that’s the way I get around

Are you going my way?

Im headn to California

Can I hitch a ride, to the next town?

The Suns’ high in the sky

Im on the road, headed to a brand new world

A different time and place

I don’t need an alibi this time, I aint running from nothing

I just need a little space. X2

Girl I cant stay, I cant stay here with you girl

You know, that im not the staying kind

But rest assured, that while im riding down the interstate

You’ll always be running thru my mind.

The Suns’ high in the sky

Im on the road, headed to a brand new world

A different time and place

I don’t need an alibi this time, I aint running from nothing

I just need a little space. X2

Motel Albequerque

This motel would be quite nice if it wasn’t for the smell

And the roaches and the bugs and the crackheads and the thugs

And the bitch working the counter and those pretentious out of towners

And the local whores knocking on the door at two a.m. in the morning

I guess other than that…it’s A.O.K

It kinda reminds me of work release in jail

Except the T.V. doesn’t work and you don’t get any mail

And the room service isn’t near as good and there aint any work in this neighborhood

At least not the kind of work that I do.

Im staying at the Motel Albequerque (Room 69)

Motel albequerque x2

My car got stolen from the parking lot

And in the room next door somebody got shot

Needless to say I didn’t get much sleep last night.

I bought a bike at the pawnshop so I can get around

I got half a mind to ride on out of this town

But im saving my pennies to catch a greyhound

…to anywhere but here.

Im staying at the Motel Albequerque (Room 69)

Motel albequerque x2

There’s a truckstop next door and there’s a bar in the lobby

The bartender’s this fat guy named Robbie

He calls everybody Keemo-sabi

And the only thing the bar serves is beer.

Robbie’s bout as stupid as stupid can be

He aint got much sense as far as I can see

Said he slept with a hooker and got hepatitis C

And im wondering if he gave her stupidity

And I don’t know which would be worse.

Im staying at the Motel Albequerque (Room 69)

Motel albequerque x2

But I guess it aint bad for a hundred dollars a week

I do have an A.C. although it does leak

It’s a whole lot better than being out on the street

But I just can’t get over that smell.

Rock and Roll Lullubies

I was heading north, right into a storm, and I wasn’t in a hurry to catch up

So I pulled into a diner named “Fresh-Pot-O-Joe”

And I sat down and ordered a cup

Rain pouring hard as I sit here and sip

 I aint got no place to be

There’s a jukebox in the corner, I drop in some change

And out comes a song just for me.

Songs about God, Songs about Love, Songs about Life in General

Its been a long day’s ride and I close my weary eyes…

And I listen…to those Rock’n’Roll Lullubies.

There goes that song I heard the night I bought my first car

Me and Mary-Jane, we were looking at the stars

After awhile it started to rain, yea it poured down all night

We opened up the Doors and turned it up

And we danced in the head-lights.

Songs about God, Songs about Love, Songs about Life in General

Its been a long day’s ride and I close my weary eyes…

And I listen…to those Rock’n’Roll Lullubies.

Hours pass by and I’m going broke

Done turned all my bills in for change

Reminissing bout young love and life on that wide open range

Songs about Free-birds flying high and hotels in Hollywood

And climbing stairways to heaven, Oh Lord I wish I could.

Songs about God, Songs about Love, Songs about Life in General

Its been a long day’s ride and I close my weary eyes…

And I listen…to those Rock’n’Roll Lullubies.

The rain let up, the sun come out, nostalgia still flooding my soul

I drop one more quarter into the slot

One more song and im ready to roll.

Songs about God, Songs about Love, Songs about Life in General

Its been a long day’s ride and I close my weary eyes…

And I listen…to those Rock’n’Roll Lullubies.

Old Restless Feeling

My boots have seen better days, they need to be re-soled

My guitar’s getting heavy, and the wind is getting cold

Im packing up my bag, cuz im about to roll

This old restless feelings’ setting in.

This old restless feeling’s setting in

Im about to hit the road again

I don’t know where im going to

But going’s what I got to do

Cuz this old restless feeling is setting in

Its raining in san Francisco, so I guess im headed east

Maybe Austin Texas or Nashville TN

Im catching out this evening, I gotta get my-self free

This old restless feeling’s setting in.

This old restless feeling’s setting in

Im about to hit the road again

I don’t know where im going to

But going’s what I got to do

Cuz this old restless feeling is setting in

There’s a girl in Valdosta that I’d really like to see

Her name is Angelina and she’s as pretty as can be

I met her in Savahnna, I was flying a cardboard sign

It said, those Georgia peaches sure are fine.

This old restless feeling’s setting in

Im about to hit the road again

I don’t know where im going to

But going’s what I got to do

Cuz this old restless feeling is setting in

Inez

I met her in a park, I was just passing thru

She asked me to stop and play her a tune

That always happens when I carry my guitar around

So I played a couple and she sang along

She told me her story and she sang me her song

Sipping vodka on a blanket in the grass.

She’s a Cherokee Indian and a little bit white

She smokes a lot of rock and she likes to fight

Been to prison five times, met her first cousin in the pen

She said I met Jesus when I was 16 at a big tent revival in the hills of Swanee

She said I got a lot of forgiveness to ask for

Cuz I cant hear his voice anymore

Thru all the wheels turning in my head

Things left undone and words unsaid

Regrets burning in the back of my mind

I been searching for answers I can never find

Fork in the road did I take the wrong way?

I cant go back but I cant stay

Don’t really know which way to turn

They say life’s a lesson, maybe I’ll learn

Someday, Someday, Im gonna fly away.

She used to ride horses and hunt rattle-snakes

and swim in the rivers and fish in the lakes

she said life’s so different now from back on the farm.

Now she makes her living walking the street

She believes very strongly that you are what you eat

She says she’s half rattle-snake and quarter-pounder with cheese

Among other things if you know what I mean.

Someday, Someday, Im gonna fly away.

Me and the Road and Mary-Jane

I’m hitching out of this town tomorrow
Today I’m gonna get stoned in the sun
And drink the last ounce of my sorrow
Cuz I’m a lonely gypsy on the run
I’ve wandered 40 years in the desert
Paddled round in circles in the swamp
Travelled a thousand dusty, lonely, highways
Searching for a place to call my home
I’ve sailed across the ocean
Chased the sun to where it sets
And I’ve seen the dark side of the moon
I’ve rode the rails and walked the trails and slept beneath the stars
And danced with the needle and the spoon
I’ve been searching high and low girl
From the Carolinas to the Frisco Bay
Searching for that garden that somehow was lost along the way
I don’t know where I’m headed
I’m searching for a long lost paradise
But I see the road to heaven
Every time I look into your eyes
I’ve sailed across the ocean
Chased the sun to where it sets
And I’ve seen the dark side of the moon
I’ve rode the rails and walked the trails
And slept beneath the stars
I’ve danced with the needle and the spoon
Won’t you come with me tomorrow
I’m travelling towards the promised land
I’m leaving Babylon
Far across this desert sand
I can promise you a home girl
In my arms underneath the stars
They say there’s mansions up in glory
But I don’t think that heaven’s very far
I can promise you the world girl
I’ll take you on a magic carpet ride
They say the time we have is borrowed
Baby I want you by my side
You know I can’t stay here with you girl
The high-ways and the by-ways call my name
So won’t you come with me tomorrow
Join me and the road and mary jane

Jenny

Jenny left home, found a train, and jumped aboard

Now her picture’s posted on a post-office bulletin board

She didn’t know where she was going or what to do when she got there

To tell the truth she really didn’t care

She’s along for the ride, trying to find a place to hide

Blowing like a feather in the wind

She’s living day by day, longing for hope’s bright ray

Searching the lonely streets for a friend

She ended up in L.A. couldn’t find a place to stay

Spent the night alone on the street

She slept in a gutter and she tried not to shutter as she wondered what she was gonna eat

She’s rolling with the tide, trying to hide the pain inside

Praying that someday her soul she’ll find

She lays her head down to sleep

She prays the lord her soul will keep

And she’s dreaming of that place she left behind

Sacked

Sleeping on the floor of a truck-stop bathroom east of Monterey

Empty syringe in the trash-can yea, old Joe’s seen better days

Its been a long, hard road for Joe

It aint always been this rough

Star quarter-back in college yea, old Joe was pretty tough

Girls wrapped around his finger, screaming out his name

He sure knew how to throw that ball yea, He knew how to play the game

He would always celebrate, after every win

The life of the party, the hero, and his heroin

Hey Joe…what are you doing lying on the ground?

Hero… Your heroin has brought you down x2

He played hard and partied harder, that was his claim to fame

But now the party’s over, no he doesn’t even look the same

Trace-marks longer than 20 thru dallas he aint nuthin but skin and bone

Just another home-less junkie yea, cold hungry and all alone

Hey Joe…what are you doing lying on the ground?

Hero… Your heroin has brought you down x2

Angel Wings

She opens her Pabst Blue Ribbon with a can opener

She says it goes down better that way

A benevolent soul with no self-control

When it comes to self-indulgent philanthropy

She says we all sell our souls for something

When we’ve got dues to pay

I don’t pay dues cuz I don’t owe nobody nuthin,

But I give everything I’ve got away

Sometimes she thinks about the way things used to be

She always wondered how it feels to be free

Sometimes she wishes she could spread her wings and fly

Tonight she’s thinking that maybe she could try

She swore she’d never be a stripper

But it was either that, or work at Star-bucks

She chose the lesser of the two evils

She aint selling out for corporate bucks

She says Wal-mart’s taking over the world

Hell, its all goin down anyway

She builds her castles in the sky

Where there aint no rent to pay

Sometimes she thinks about the way things used to be

She always wondered how it feels to be free

Sometimes she wishes she could spread her wings and fly

Tonight she’s thinking that maybe she could try

                                          She’s got an angel on her shoulder, tattooed in black

She’s got a hunger in her soul, and a monkey on her back

 her habit keeps her goin, she aint never coming back

she’s searching for the promised land

She takes a sip from her jagged can, and a drag from her rolled cigarette with a filter in the end

She was always one to demand a little bit of luxery

She opens the window on the 13^th floor and steps out on the balcony

She stands there on the ledge looking up

She wonders how things got so fucked up

Sometimes she thinks about the way things used to be

She always wondered how it feels to be free

Sometimes she wishes she could spread her wings and fly

Tonight she’s thinking that maybe she could try

                                          She’s got an angel on her shoulder, tattooed in black

She’s got a hunger in her soul, and a monkey on her back

 her habit keeps her goin, she aint never coming back

she’s searching for the promised land

She opens her Pabst Blue-Ribbon with a can opener

She says it goes down better that way

This Time Around

I said goodbye to my sorrows

I said goodbye to my fears

I’ve got nothing but a song

Bouncing round btwn my ears

I said goodbye to my worries

I said goodbye to my pain

I said goodbye to everything

They say you got to be lost before you’re found

I think that I been gone too long this time around x2

I said goodbye to my sorrows

I said goodbye to my fears

I’ve got nothing but a song

Bouncing round btwn my ears

I said goodbye to my worries

I said goodbye to my pain

I said goodbye to everything

Chorus

 

James Dean

I wear my heart on my sleeve, just like James Dean…A box of lucky strikes and a book of matches. I wear my heart on my sleeve, just like James Dean…I ain’t got nowhere else to put it. Maybe someday, someday I’ll fly away, but today I think I’ll stay underneath this golden sun. I’m gonna roam these streets with my guitar and my dirty knees cuz I still got a song to play.

Happy Sunday

I got dimes and dubs of some dank nugs wrapped in cellophane in a cigarette pack in my pocket.

got a guitar on my back, had a P.A. had some debts to pay and had to hock it.

now im out on the street, seeking shade from the heat, feelin lost in the shadows these days.

caught in the wheels, I bet you know how it feels to be a rat trapped in somebody elses maze.

Happy Sunday, Im glad you're here. Pull up a seat, kick up your feet and sip on an ice cold beer.

Happy Sunday, all day long, its a good day to get high and write a sad, sad, song.

Im out on the road with the wind when it blows, everything that I own on my back.

lonely and cold, feel like Ive been bought and sold

my baby left me and she aint comin back.

I got this hole in my soul this life has taken its toll on this loney cold heart of mine.

but I still got a song and I'll be allright as long as I keep on walkn this line.
Bottom Feedn Rock Fever

Solar powered island hopping helicopter take me away.

I gotta hole in my pocket, for too long I stay.

Cruzn and Chilln, no more work here for me,

I got the bottom feeder rock fever

got to get myself free.
Hey, hey hey take me away.

Aint no reason to get in such a big a hurry baby
the rain aint gonna get you too wet for too long
take a ride with me on the dark side of the hwy
well hitch a ride to nowhere and find somewhere to belong
hey hey hey i'll take you to the other side.

take me by the hand my love
ill take you for a ride
don't look back and hold on tight
well get out of here alive
hey hey hey i'll take you too the other side.