Ridin’ down the highway Who wants to be the DJ I’ll find a spot on the side of the road You find something on the radio A real, real good song We'll know it when it comes on We had no money and no place to go All we needed was a radio Seventeen, the only

I never saw the gal again Just dig my grave beside the railroad So I can hear the trains go by (Traditional, adapted by Ry Cooder) Come and gather all around me Listen to my tale of woe Got some good advice to give you Lots of things you oughta know Take

Chasing you It's the only thing I want to do But now I'm facing you What the hell am I supposed to do (I was there) I was there Broken down on the side of the road It'd be nice if you could help me out I drove for miles to the place I was told

Hang with the locals at the Quiet Mon Where you can be a tourist, a beach bum, or a star And be as you are Drive a little while on the wrong side of the road Get this laying low off to a flying start Play my guitar in the Caribbean sun Man, I could use a

Let it pass on the side of the road What a friend could tell me now Something better than this Someplace I'd like to go To let all I've learned Tell me what I know About the kind of life I never thought I'd live Till the ugly truth

Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around Oh oh oh oh That what you fear the most Could meet you halfway She lived on the curve of the road In an old, tar-paper shack On the south side of the town On the wrong side of the tracks Sometimes on the way

There's a long straight road, out of the cold And we can leave it all behind I wanna get outside, baby, let's get outside I wanna get outside, outside, of me There's something out there There you are dancing at your altar Beautiful earthling, dressed in

Ridin’ down the highway Who wants to be the DJ I’ll find a spot on the side of the road You find something on the radio A real, real good song We'll know it when it comes on We had no money and no place to go All we needed was a radio Seventeen, the only

Living the dream like a London Queen I never thought I'd be living in the USA Doing things the American way When I'm driving on the wrong side of the road I feel like JFK you know Right away from Holloway I said "Mum, this isn't a holiday Listen up, I

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