lyrics

ROAD TRIP in A FLAT/minor

I was on my way to Texas with the bald-headed Irishman
we tried to re-configure the stars
In my bicentennial pickup with bricks painted on the side
we slipped through Oklahoma under the radar
That is where I found my own Jesus
or at least someone who looked like him
with a wheel on his cross he was pushin our sins
Down the pipeline of I-35 past the flames of ol Waco
oh David! your death was mishandled like many times before

So believe me now cause that was such a long time ago

We woke buried in our fortunes and arose with the good citizens
who were off to work or crawling back home
All the architects and the film makers
and aspiring Senatorial hopes
all seemed to waltz right off the pages of my book
But we found ourselves on the fringes
where the muffler up and bit the dust
it was there that I saw my first Armadillo

So believe me now cause that was such a long time ago

We saw sort of famous people as they watched the buffalo roam
and in the palm of my hand for you I wrote down this poem
But all the words they bled together like some ancient Asian script
It was gone in an instant as I lost my grip
So we packed it up and hit the road
headed to the ol North Pole
all hail the mystery of this rock n' roll