I always loved this song for some reason. It makes me think of my boys when I hear it.

 

Can't wait for this album to come out tomorrow!

 

Hello Detroit auto workers,
Let me thank you for your time
You work a forty hour week for a livin',
Just to send it on down the line
Hello Pittsburgh steel mill workers,
Let me thank you for your time
You work a forty hour week for a livin',
Just to send it on down the line.

 

If it ain't Dixie it don't feel quite like home
My southern blood runs deep and true
I've had good times
North of the line
I've got a lot of good friends, too
But if it ain't Dixie, it won't do
It won't do. . .

 

Rollin' down a backwoods, Tennessee by-way,
One arm on the wheel.
Holdin' my lover with the other,
A sweet, soft, southern thrill.
Worked hard all week; got a little jingle,
On a Tennessee Saturday night.
Couldn't feel better, I'm together,
With my Dixieland Delight.

 

Spend my dollar, parked in a holler,
'Neath the mountain moonlight.
Hold her up tight, make a little lovin',
A little turtle dovin'.
On a Mason-Dixon night.
Fits my life, oh so right,
My Dixieland Delight.

 

When you feel cold, I'll warm you
And when you feel you can't go on, I'll come and hold you
It's you and me forever

Sara, smile
Oh, won't you smile awhile for me, Sara?
Sara, smile
Oh, won't you smile awhile, Sara?

 

Now my lawyer called me about a nuisance case
Cause everybody sues over any little thing these days
Well at least we're right all we gotta do is tell the truth

He said youre living in the past you romantic fool
I said you got that right i lean toward the older ways
And theres **** few back woods lawyers left today

 

Most folks don't know that
They fired him from the Opry
And that 'caused his greatest pain.

I'd love to tell you about lovesick
How Miss Audrey loved that man.

 

And in my drunken stupor I did what I should've never done
Now I'm sitting here
Talking to you
Drunk and on the run

I'm sitting at a bar on the inside
Waiting for my ride on the outside
She broke my heart in the trailer park
So I jacked the keys to her ****ing car
And crashed that piece of ****, then stepped away

 

Do your demons - do they ever let you go
When you've tried - do they hide - deep inside
Is it someone that you know
We're just a picture – we’re an image caught in time
We're a lie - you and I
We are words without a rhyme

No sign of the morning coming
‘Cause you've been left on your own
Like a Rainbow in the Dark
Rainbow in the Dark

 

I pimp through town with the top laid back
Black hat, fine blonde, cold pabst in my lap
I'll adapt
To any and all situations
Thats why the call me the pimp of the nation
Hey ***** you best believe I live in the woods not your world of greed
Might, a little weed might a little yeah
I'm so proud to be living in the USA

 

Daddy drives an eighteen-wheeler
And they sure miss him when he's gone (yeah they do)
Ah, but he calls them everynight
And he tells them that he loves them
And he taught them this song to sing.

Roll on highway, roll on along
Roll on daddy till ya get back home
Roll on family, roll on crew
Roll on momma like I asked you to do
And roll on eighteen-wheeler roll on. (roll on.)

 

And when the call came in it was daddy on the other end
Askin' her if she had been singin' the song, singin'.

 

Well somebody told us wall street fell
But we were so poor that we couldnt tell
The cotton was short, and the weeds was' tall
But Mr. Roosevelt's a' gonna save us all

Well momma got sick, and daddy got down
The county got the farm, and we moved to town
Poppa got a job with the TVA
We bought a washing machine, and then a Chevrolet . . . . .err FORD

 

Today I listened to some Blue Coupe, In This Moment, and Volbeat.

 

(You say that maybe it's over)
(Not if you don't want it to be)
For once in your life
Here's your miracle
Stand up and fight

(This is it)
Make no mistake where you are
(This is it)
You're goin' no further
(This is it)
Until it's over and done

 

Turning back the pages to the times I love best
I wonder if she'll ever do the same
Now the thing that I call living is just being satisfied
With knowing I got no one left to blame

Carefree highway, got to see you my old flame
Carefree highway, you seen better days
The morning after blues from my head down to my shoes
Carefree highway, let me slip away, slip away on you

 

Love it, and don't care . .

 

Try playing in a rock-n-roll band . . .