A thousand miles away from that speed trap town She said, "It's none of my business but it breaks my heart" Dropped a dozen cheap roses in my shopping cart Made it out to the truck without breaking down Everybody knows you in a speed trap town Well it's

Tunnel vision lights my way Lead a little life today She wore blue velvet Said she can't help it I got baby to pound me I see stars and go weak My baby cries and lays me down In the skies over black Venice I see eyes of a white menace

In the heart of the dark Lay down fall away Just cannot move My arms and legs I’m paralyzed Don’t recall how to free Myself from this My face contorted

Lady writer on the TV Just the way that her hair fell down around her face Then I recall my fall from grace Another time, another place Talking about the Virgin Mary Yeah you know I'm talking about you and me And the lady writer on the TV Lady Writer on

Baby, please, don't go Turn your lamp down low You got me way down here Baby, please, don't go back to New Orleans Because I love you so Turn your lamp down low; my heart is beating so So, baby, please, don't go Made me weep and moan You made me weep and

It's the first time Those are honest words Crossed out a lyric, discerned And those are honest words Otherwise I'm told waiting to choke them way down in my throat I rewrote the start, with a stab at the end I blotted out all that I've wrote Rubbed away

To hold you down Mississippi, come back to me Oh, Mississippi January came and took my heart away February felt the same March, my hugs became hold ons April, I huffed like porridge on the boil Morning May, I'm downwind from your shampoo Ichi, ni, san,

Where the elite always meet Down in New Orleans, the land of dreams Or just how much it really means The land of dreams where I can lose My Basin Street blues Now won't you come along with me To the Mississippi? We'll take a trip to the land of dreams

Hey, momma rock me Rock me momma any way you feel Rock me momma like a south bound train So rock me momma like a wagon wheel Rock me momma like the wind and the rain Heading down south to the land of the pines I'm thumbing my way into North Caroline

I'm just slidin' down the 'crest on a hot summer day All these diamonds on it got me feelin' some type of way Drop the top on these haters 'cause the top in the way And if you ain't gettin' no money then you just in the way Took my shirt off in the vert