Memory Lane Songtext
von Moot Davis

Well, the white house paint is peeling bad
A cry from the woods sounded so sad
And there was leather boots on rotted wood
And a lone figure on the front porch stood
Just standing there staring out at the rain
And he took a little trip back to memory lane

Take me back to one hot night down in Dixie, Lord
He was behind the wheel of that faded red Ford
Well, he was driving too fast with blood on his hands
Said over and over he had to make a stand
′Cause she can't be out running ′round that way
So he put her down and that's where she stayed


And this street called memory lane
Is lined with abandoned houses and shame
And I don't think his hands are ever gonna come clean

Now the faded red Ford sits up on blocks
He spends his time staring down the clock
He got no trial, did no jail
He buried her in the woods and he left her there
But sometimes at night in the driving rain
She takes him by the hand back to memory lane

Take me back to one hot night down in Dixie, Lord
He was behind the wheel of that faded red Ford
Well, he was driving too fast with blood on his hands
Said over and over he had to make a stand
′Cause she can′t be out running 'round that way
So he put her down and that′s where she stayed


And this street called memory lane
Is lined with abandoned houses and shame
And I don't think his hands are ever gonna come clean