Freeways

You can be the life of the party Or you can be the belle of the ball You can break my heart if you want to And you can make me wait for your call I can only give you my promise That I will always stay...

Standin' in the street, shaved, I'm washed and neat And the time is mine But I don't even know where I'm goin' Been too long in town, just workin' right tied down But I've got my pay And I'm willin'...

Drivin' in a beat up car The highway is long but we've come so far Two thousand miles from home We got to find someplace that we can belong But, we know, the freeways in life are all pointing us home...

When the mornin' comes You'll know by my shoes I've been out walking If I don't return You'll know I've found something to believe in, to believe in Waiting for the sun My heart will surely break if...

I met a man who bought up land Wherever his feet would tread He asked me to El Paso Said I could stay on his spread He has horses and cows and tractors and plows And all kinds of money to burn But how...

There was a man who owned a part of town Approached me in his own saloon and said, "hey boy, sit down" "Was I unemployed or would I like a job" He said he owned the stageline, and...