Lyrics - Sweet Pickle Grits
Copyright © 2005 BFH
LONELY HIGHWAY
Words & Music by Ty Manning
Copyright © 2003
Called home from a truckstop, on the Georgia Florida line
To check on his old lady, make sure everthing was alright
When she said she wasn't happy, oh he filled up with tears
And then he jumped up in his big rig and disappeared
Down that long lonely highway
Drivin' and cryin' all night long
Down that long lonely highway
He ain't got no reason to come back home
His mind is runnin' 'bout a mile a minute
Faster than the eighteen wheels
Can't eat or drink or get any sleep, believe this shit's even real
The highway stole his gasoline, woman broke his heart
Even when that sun's comin' up it's dark
Down that long lonely highway
Drivin' and cryin' all night long
Down that long lonely highway
He ain't got no reason to come back home
Just like the words to that good ol' Johnny Cash song
The voices in his head tell him to drive on, oh drive on
Starin' at the ground in West Virginia
Wonderin' where it all went wrong
Dark clouds are creepin' up behind him
So he puts it in gear and keeps movin' on
Down that long lonely highway
Drivin' and cryin' all night long
Down that long lonely highway
He ain't got no reason to come back home
Called home from a truckstop
On the Georgia Florida line
Words & Music by Ty Manning
Copyright © 2003
Called home from a truckstop, on the Georgia Florida line
To check on his old lady, make sure everthing was alright
When she said she wasn't happy, oh he filled up with tears
And then he jumped up in his big rig and disappeared
Down that long lonely highway
Drivin' and cryin' all night long
Down that long lonely highway
He ain't got no reason to come back home
His mind is runnin' 'bout a mile a minute
Faster than the eighteen wheels
Can't eat or drink or get any sleep, believe this shit's even real
The highway stole his gasoline, woman broke his heart
Even when that sun's comin' up it's dark
Down that long lonely highway
Drivin' and cryin' all night long
Down that long lonely highway
He ain't got no reason to come back home
Just like the words to that good ol' Johnny Cash song
The voices in his head tell him to drive on, oh drive on
Starin' at the ground in West Virginia
Wonderin' where it all went wrong
Dark clouds are creepin' up behind him
So he puts it in gear and keeps movin' on
Down that long lonely highway
Drivin' and cryin' all night long
Down that long lonely highway
He ain't got no reason to come back home
Called home from a truckstop
On the Georgia Florida line
Sweet Pickle Grits
Released 2003 - 13th Floor Music
Produced by The Bearfoot Hookers
Recorded & Mixed by Mark Durfield at 13th Floor Studios, Rutledge, GA
Mastered by Charlie Chastain
Copyright © 2003 BFH
Released 2003 - 13th Floor Music
Produced by The Bearfoot Hookers
Recorded & Mixed by Mark Durfield at 13th Floor Studios, Rutledge, GA
Mastered by Charlie Chastain
Copyright © 2003 BFH
