Bye bye baby time to hit the road to dreamland You're my baby dig you in the land of nod Hold tight baby we'll be swinging up in dreamland All night baby where the little cherubs trot Look at that knocked out moon You been a-blowing his top in the blue

Your lips around a Coca-Cola Like you and me together My hand on the wheel and your head on my shoulder Some things never go out of style Staring at your legs on the leather of my Road trip to New Orleans Or gettin' married in Vegas Sunsets down on the

Free and easy down the road I go Pair of boots and a sack of clothes Hangin' memories on the high line poles Ragweed's rockin' on the radio So I keep rollin' like an old banjo Got the sun shinin' on me like a big spotlight So I know everything is gonna

First time I felt the words First time I sang along Whenever it comes on I just think of you And everything you do You're my one, my from now on My first love song This is my first love song Ridin' down the road listenen' to the radio

She was a level-headed dancer on the road to alcohol And I was just a soldier on my way to montreal Well she pressed her chest against me About the time the juke box broke Yeah, she gave me a peck on the back of the neck And these are the words she spoke

It's obvious that you're dying, dying Just living proof that the camera's lying And oh oh open wide Don't look up just let them think You can't turn back Because this road is all you'll ever have 'Cause you'll go out in style You'll go out in style Yeah

Caught a few cases, I been on the road but overall a nigga still free I done been robbed I know how it feel, a nigga gon' have to come kill me I been through it all, I came this far how a nigga not gon' feel me I give all my problems to God Let him

Because they trod the rocky road Got to get a place fi ghetto youths fi rest dem feet Down through the roots of the one called King David Now praise up the Almighty, no deal with devilism Now I say love and harmony, is what we need upon the street

They say immigrants steal the hubcaps Of the respected gentlemen They say it would be wine an' roses If England were for Englishmen again Well I saw a dirty overcoat At the foot of the pillar of the road Propped inside was an old man Whom time would not

Bout a mile off old mill road In that spot nobody knows Park the truck and we take off running Got a moon and a billion stars Sound of steel and old box cars The thought of you is driving me insane Come on baby lets go listen to the night train Hurry up,