Telephone Road Rodney Crowell
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Rain came down in endless sheets of thunder
Lightnin' bolts split pine trees down to the roots
In the shadow of the Astrodome with a hurricane comin' on strong
We used to hit the streets and go swimming in our birthday suits
Skiing in a bar ditch behind a moped
13 stitches on the corner of a sardine can
We were dirt poor Houston kids our whole family living on the skids
But we always had a nickel for the comin' of the ice cream man
Mosquito truck blowing up DDT
Barefoot heathens running wild and free
Air raid buzzer at a noon-day scream
Living in a dream on Telephone Road
I used to love them cherry Cokes down at the Prince's Drive-In
And the cheeseburgers taste so good I like to come untied
There's a Chinaberry tree I remember I used to climb in and out of my window
The night I left was on the day before my Grandma died
Sawdust spread out on a dance hall floor
Jukebox ripping at an all-out roar
Barmaid smiling at a 10 cent tip
Living is a trip on Telephone Road
Magnolia Garden bandstand on the very front row
Johnny Cash, Carl Perkins and The Killer puttin' on a show
Six years old and just barely off my daddy's knee
When those rockabilly rebels sent the Devil running right through me
Lightnin' bolts split pine trees down to the roots
In the shadow of the Astrodome with a hurricane comin' on strong
We used to hit the streets and go swimming in our birthday suits
Skiing in a bar ditch behind a moped
13 stitches on the corner of a sardine can
We were dirt poor Houston kids our whole family living on the skids
But we always had a nickel for the comin' of the ice cream man
Mosquito truck blowing up DDT
Barefoot heathens running wild and free
Air raid buzzer at a noon-day scream
Living in a dream on Telephone Road
I used to love them cherry Cokes down at the Prince's Drive-In
And the cheeseburgers taste so good I like to come untied
There's a Chinaberry tree I remember I used to climb in and out of my window
The night I left was on the day before my Grandma died
Sawdust spread out on a dance hall floor
Jukebox ripping at an all-out roar
Barmaid smiling at a 10 cent tip
Living is a trip on Telephone Road
Magnolia Garden bandstand on the very front row
Johnny Cash, Carl Perkins and The Killer puttin' on a show
Six years old and just barely off my daddy's knee
When those rockabilly rebels sent the Devil running right through me
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