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(Gram Parsons - T. O'Brown) |
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Won't you scratch my itch sweet Annie Rich |
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And welcome me back to town |
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Come out on your porch or I'll step into your parlor |
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And I'll tell you how it all went down. |
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Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels |
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And a good saloon in every single town |
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Oh, and I remember something you once told me |
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And I'll be damned if it did not come true |
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Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down |
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And they all lead me straight back home to you. |
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We flew straight across that river bridge |
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Last night half past two |
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The switchman waved his lantern goodbye |
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And good day as we went rolling through. |
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Billboards and truckstops pass by the grievous angel |
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And now I know just what I have to do |
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'Cause I headed west to grow up with the country |
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Across those valleys with those waves of grain |
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And I saw my devil and I saw my deep blue sea |
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And I thought about a calico bonnet from Cheyenne to Tennessee. |
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--- Instrumental --- |
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The news I could bring I met up with the king |
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On his head an amphetamine crown |
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He talked about unbuckling that old bible belt |
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And headed out for some desert town. |
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Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels |
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And a good saloon in every single town |
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Oh, and I remember something you once told me |
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And I'll be damned if it did not come true |
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Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down |
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And they all lead me straight back home to you. |
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Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down |
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And they all lead me straight back home to you... |
