LOST HIGHWAY

SOLITUDE

MOOD

LIKE NOTES

IN A ROOM FULL

OF HARMONIES

CORNER CAFE

AND A CUP A

PICK ME UP

SMOKE

ON THE

RUN

AN ALL NIGHTER

IN NASHVILLE

WITH ALL DAY

BLUES

IN

A TABLETOP

PARADISE

OF CADILLACS

AND PONTIACS

SEEIN THE WORLD

FROM A BACKSEAT

WHILE LIVIN FAST

ON THE

SLOW BURN

YOU DRINK AND

THINK

AND THERE'S

A FEELING

IN THE AIR

A PILL OR TWO

MAYBE MORE

YOU SOAR FOR

A MOMENT

AND LIVE

LIFE IN THE 50'S

ON THE

ROAD TO

RUIN

YOU'RE

HANK WILLIAMS

AND YOU'RE

TRAVELIN

ON THE

LOST HIGHWAY

Bobby Jameson Oct 12, 2009 1:30AM