Down The Road-Marcia Ball

Down The Road (Live) - Marcia Ball Good times Down the road Momma won't let me go It's taking off In my daddy's car And point behind The B N B Bar Thinking I'll go crazy If I can't get out Or the daddy's sweet In a tin block town Everyday I say I'm done and then Every night I'm in the joints again Down the road Down the road Down the road Down the road Damp nights And a heavy heart When my mom Realized start I'm tired of Six packs Driving the show Jumping back to the radio I got wheels And I'm ready to pack And I don't know What's holding me back Every day I say I'm done and then Every night I'm in the joints again Down the road Down the road Down the road Now darling Down the road Blue kings in the catholic home Head marks mapping through the phone Silent's treatment On the one lane street I could hear it From my bedroom screen Thin walls In a cheap motel People next door They fight like hell Down the road Oh yeah Digging weasely till the sun comes out Down the road Down the road Down the road Down the road Sitting on the dock With my feet in the lake Chewing on a chicken neck Smoking camels Or so From a pack And watch gramps Swimming in the trap Or wishing I could take A water way From eight times old And the garrison bay Keep on going To the open sea Fly like a wind Runnin' free Down the road Get the good time road Down the road Baby let me bring my soul Down the road Oh baby I got to go Down the road Coming all you know Down the road Baby take a trip with me Down the road Come on into the deep blue see Down the road Who e baby Who e Down the road Yeah come along Baby Baby Down the road Whoo whoo whoo Yeah Down the road Baby Oh yeah