In the heat of the day down in Mobile Alabama Working on the railroad with the steel driving hammer I gotta get some money to buy some brand new shoes Tryin' to find somebody to take away these blues "She don't love me" hear them singing in the sun

No one mourns the wicked Because I knew you Now at last she's dead and gone Now at last there's joy throughout the land Who can say if I've been Changed for the better

And I don't know how we So leave me at the roadside And hang me up and out to dry The places inside me that I find Woke up one day somehow thought we knew 'Cause I don't know And I don't think you see Exactly what we're supposed to do

I finally see the dawn arrivin' I see beyond the road I'm drivin' Far away and left behind Don't look back A new day is breakin' It's been too long since I felt this way I don't mind where I get taken The road is callin' Today is the day

How does Hamilton the short-tempered Protean creator of the Coast Guard Founder of the New York Post Ardently abuse his cab’net post Destroy his reputation? Welcome, folks, to The Adams administration Jefferson’s the runner-up, which makes him the vice

There is a woman in Somalia She cries to the heaven above There is a stone in my heart And it hurts like brand-new shoes Hurts like brand-new shoes Scraping for pearls on the roadside There's a force stronger than nature Keeps her will alive

Down for the count Look into your eyes I'm helpless And I'm drownin' in ‘em In New York, you can be a new man And the sky's the Hey hey hey hey (ohh, I do I do I do I)

He sticks to his guns He take the road as it comes It take the shine off his shoes He says it's a shame You know it may be a game And she tell him that he's crazy I'm your wife Ah, but I won't play to lose He's burning the grass

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

Where'm I gonna live when I get home So where'm I gonna live when I get home My ol' lady's thrown out everything I own She meant what she said when she wished I was dead I knew our road was gettin' kinda rocky She said I was gettin' way too cocky She