Tasty Tunes [Songs] - Originals

Lyrics:

I get lonesome, sad and lie. I'm riding nameless.
Arizona highway, car ride out of desert storm.
This fire is kept alive by cowboy poets.
Stokin' up my soul. This is ashes on the wind.

You chase me up and down, from Hell to Sunday,
And it don't matter where I go.
Push me down here, run me 'round, little darling,
And I won't bother you no more.

And the measure of a man, you won't find on plotted land.
'Cause you're lonesome on the highway, and you're restless sitting at home.
Walk away from loving hate, and run down that interstate.
For it's hard to telling your story when your woman knows you're lyin'.

Oh, I see it in her eye.

You chase me up and down, from Hell to Sunday,
And it don't matter where I go.
Pin me down here, on the ground, little darling,
And I won't bother you no more.

This time around, and I'm still hoping I can find,
The things I've been searching for, they ain't the things I need.
And if I go and sign life away on the dotted line.
While stepping out the doorway, Hell I thank them for the ride.

Oh, I thank you for the ride.

You chase me up and down, from Hell to Sunday,
And it don't matter where I go.
Push me down here, run me 'round, little darling,
And I won't bother you no more.

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