Gonna move up to the country Paint my mailbox blue Paint some trailin' vines and dew Well, come here, baby Sugar, let your papa take you by the hand Put some flowers on it, baby You know I'm leavin' LA, baby Don't you know this smog's got me down? I'm

Save your prayers Don't shed a tear, don't shed a tear for me I'm in trouble When you lay my body down These are my confessions When I'm buried in the ground Turn your heart To the trail Of souls behind me

"Well, only got an hour of daylight left. Better get started" "Isn't it unsafe to travel at night?" "It'll be a lot less safe to stay here, your father's gunna pick up our trail before long" "Can Loca ride?" "Yeah, I can ride, Margaret, time to go!

There's a line where the sky meets the sea and it calls me But no one knows, how far it goes All the time wondering where I need to be is behind me I'm on my own, to worlds unknown Every turn I take, every trail I track Is a choice I make, now I can't

We were Jesus save me, blue jean baby Born in the USA Trailer park truck stop, faded little map dots New York to LA We were teenage dreamin’, front seat leanin’ Baby, come give me a kiss Put me on the cover of the Rolling Stone Uptown down home American

Music's playing up and down the block Mostly Christian, blues, country, folk and southern rock It's a little piece of paradise way out here in the woods There's always something going on down in the trailerhood My neighbor Carl, he lives next door Pink

We do this every night We can get to feeling alright right now Turn it on baby til the sun burns out You ain't gotta say it girl, I know what you like Yeah on this trail trail, a little something to sip sip Don't need no weekend Hands on your hips and do

Cold black water She's southern comfort She's sweet magnolia sugarcane Yeah she's every jet trail sky There's wild horses in her eyes And her heart's a load you'd love to try and take She could've been born and raised in a Kentucky bluegrass town East

In a vapor trail, in a vapor trail Swept away like voices in a hurricane Horizon to horizon Memory written on the wind Washed away like footprints in the rain Stratospheric traces of our transitory flight Trails of condensation held In narrow paths of

I got to keep movin', I got to keep movin' Blues fallin' down like hail, blues fallin' down like hail Hmmm-mmm, blues fallin' down like hail, blues fallin' down like hail And the days keeps on worryin' me There's a hellhound on my trail, hellhound on my