Bumpy Roads Songtext
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Bumpy Roads Songtext
The older I get the less I understand
I′m like a fugitive dragging his headstone through hostile land
But the sun is shining on the top cards
It's gonna be a lovely day again
And Louie′s scrawling all today's specials on his window pane
There's a kid in a stroller reaching up to grab a handful of sky
And the second hand record stores
Crammed with so many wonderful songs from the dead of old days
Come dawn I′m huddled in the waiting room at A&E
I′m not uptight though 'cause we had us a blast, didn′t we?
The doc said it must have just been a
Mild case of gypsy's curse that′s all
When you live the low end of the totem pole like I do
You ain't got so far to fall
I may have a thin thin skin but I can take a punch
I got a miracle at home on the stove
There′s enough for us both if you've really nowhere to go
I've been looking back thinking too much about the past
I′ve been buzzing like a wasp trapped inside an upturned glass
I′ve been making up words in the dark
Stumbling down some bumpy roads
I've been speed drinking till closing time at Mean As Dirt, I suppose
I′m gonna make a brand new start
Buy a first class ticket somewhere
Splash on a gallon of my Christmas cologne
Rev my engine at girls
Go see Disneyland
I'm gonna fall in love with some beautiful woman tonight
Maybe a samba queen with her black hair scraped back tight
At our wedding God himself will do the music
Bring his banjo and finger pick the blues
With a heavenly chorus of angels on backing vocals
Shoo shoo doos
But something just don′t add up
Something feels wrong
I don't believe in happiness
Lest you count that welcome sign hanging at the end of the road
When it′s all run its course and you're there at the end of the road
When that's all that there is just you and the end of the road
I′m like a fugitive dragging his headstone through hostile land
But the sun is shining on the top cards
It's gonna be a lovely day again
And Louie′s scrawling all today's specials on his window pane
There's a kid in a stroller reaching up to grab a handful of sky
And the second hand record stores
Crammed with so many wonderful songs from the dead of old days
Come dawn I′m huddled in the waiting room at A&E
I′m not uptight though 'cause we had us a blast, didn′t we?
The doc said it must have just been a
Mild case of gypsy's curse that′s all
When you live the low end of the totem pole like I do
You ain't got so far to fall
I may have a thin thin skin but I can take a punch
I got a miracle at home on the stove
There′s enough for us both if you've really nowhere to go
I've been looking back thinking too much about the past
I′ve been buzzing like a wasp trapped inside an upturned glass
I′ve been making up words in the dark
Stumbling down some bumpy roads
I've been speed drinking till closing time at Mean As Dirt, I suppose
I′m gonna make a brand new start
Buy a first class ticket somewhere
Splash on a gallon of my Christmas cologne
Rev my engine at girls
Go see Disneyland
I'm gonna fall in love with some beautiful woman tonight
Maybe a samba queen with her black hair scraped back tight
At our wedding God himself will do the music
Bring his banjo and finger pick the blues
With a heavenly chorus of angels on backing vocals
Shoo shoo doos
But something just don′t add up
Something feels wrong
I don't believe in happiness
Lest you count that welcome sign hanging at the end of the road
When it′s all run its course and you're there at the end of the road
When that's all that there is just you and the end of the road
Writer(s): Lyndon Morgans Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

