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

And I pray they'll find the answer That there's a way to right the wrong And lord while your listen Some troubles of my own I got problems right here at home Fires are burning, up the forests Down along the Amazon There's children starving in Guatemala

Moving right along to the next big city Highway vagabonds, living like hippies Okay, jump off the exit Truck stop, rest stop, next stop Texas Caravan like a wild west show I don't care, man, as long as we go Get off one and get on the other Highway,

But even though I am lost all the time I've got hooks in my sides that you left there But you're not the same, you died along the way Now we're ghosts and we're praying for winter One, two, three; one, two, three... Well, I left my home on hollow bones

Yeah yeah yeah Hey baby, it's good to see you again This party's rockin' let's get you jumpstarted And get you a drink I love that haggard t-shirt you got on The way you're singin along, shaking that thing Right about now all I wanna say is Look at you

Sometimes I think Good as we are at gettin' it on How come we just can't get along? The way we love, it don't seem right The way we fuss, the way we fight I got a crazy idea, how 'bout maybe tonight We make up without a fight There's a tangled mess of

This is the last cowboy song The end of a hundred year Waltz The voices sound sad as they're singin' along Another piece of America's lost He rides the feed lots, clerks in the markets On weekends sellin' tobacco and beer And his dreams of tomorrow,

Moving right along to the next big city Highway vagabonds, living like hippies Okay, jump off the exit Truck stop, rest stop, next stop Texas Caravan like a wild west show I don't care, man, as long as we go Get off one and get on the other Highway,

Looking for a place to happen Making stops along the way, hey I'll put your coat up on the bed We've all been here since, God, who knows? I've got a job, I explore, I follow every little whiff And I want my life to smell like this To find a place, an

This time it's my way, ah, my way This is not a love song This is not a sing along But ladies, are you with me? I know that you're with me Add a little sugar, they say Be a little sweeter, they say Gotta give and take, but I say Be a little proper, they