Back Road To Nowhere
He was a traveling man,
never stayed in one place too long
At every bar and tavern he visited,
he loved to play his favorite song
He was a rambling man,
just doing the best he can
After a hot meal, shower and a shave,
he was off hitting the road again
Him and his guitar
traveled many miles together
in his old '72 Mustang car
He knew every back road from here to there
Aah, the women he met
Ooh, the women he loved
They were his favorite fans,
always there to greet him
whenever he rolled into their town
They loved the excitement
he brought to their mundane lives,
they didn't mind passing him around
Of his serious relationship, none did ever last
they would start off with a blast,
then fizzle out, like a rocket out of gas
Still, he knew every back road from here to there
Aah, the women he met
Ooh, the women he loved
Complications sometimes arose from angry husbands
and jealous boyfriends wearing lumberjack gloves
Every now and then,
he might have to make a mad dash
So don't be alarmed
if you see him running across your backyard grass
He's just leaving town real quick
in his trusty old car that still runs real fast
Hitting the back road to nowhere,
taking every dim lit road from here to there
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