Hayes Carll - Down The Road Tonight
Capo 2
Intro: A
Verse 1:
[A]Thrift store cowboys, five and dime junkies
[A]Red dirt plowboys, asphalt monkeys
[D]Holy rollers, signal callers
[A]Truck stop angels, backstreet brawlers
[A]Van Zandt groupies, guitar slingers
[A]Hallelujah gospel singers
[D]Freight-train mamas, pistol shooters
[A]My first girlfriend works at Hooters
[E]Beans and biscuits in my cupboard
[D]Liten to Ray Wylie Hubbard
[A]All gone d[D]own on the road to[A]night
Verse 2:
Drunken angels, blacktop racers
Holy rollers, whiskey chasers
Lonestar drinkers, midnight ramblers
Dirt road divas, highway gamblers
Moonshine mamas, panty droppers
Dhali Llamas, ol' pill poppers
High-school heroes, back row preachers
Pool hall hustlers, tantric teachers
Teenage cuties politickin'
Harry Krishna feed me chicken
All gone down the road tonight
Verse 3:
Bluejean babies, old heartbreakers
Had a party with some Quakers
Heartworn highways, country singers
Radio's full old right-wingers
Session players, duct tape dealers
Outlaw country, hubcap stealers
Ain't no money in my wallet
Broke again is what they call it
My Grandmother's name was Spiller
Michael Jackson peaked at Thriller
All gone down the road tonight
Solo: A D A E D A
Verse 4:
Jukebox gypsies, mustang sally's
Don't go walkin' down dark alleys
Needle pushers, horn rimmed glasses
Rhinestone jumpsuit, backstage passes
Blue plate specials, Luanne platters
Japanese is all that matters
Broken arrows, gulf coast kickers
"Who's your daddy?" bumper stickers
Dah dah dah dah dah dah dahhh
Ha-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah
Ah yeah, aw uh duntdunt
Outro: A (Spoken: "I'm outta words, people...that's all I got! Americana
woman...hip shake with me baby!")
Capo 2
Intro: A
Verse 1:
[A]Thrift store cowboys, five and dime junkies
[A]Red dirt plowboys, asphalt monkeys
[D]Holy rollers, signal callers
[A]Truck stop angels, backstreet brawlers
[A]Van Zandt groupies, guitar slingers
[A]Hallelujah gospel singers
[D]Freight-train mamas, pistol shooters
[A]My first girlfriend works at Hooters
[E]Beans and biscuits in my cupboard
[D]Liten to Ray Wylie Hubbard
[A]All gone d[D]own on the road to[A]night
Verse 2:
Drunken angels, blacktop racers
Holy rollers, whiskey chasers
Lonestar drinkers, midnight ramblers
Dirt road divas, highway gamblers
Moonshine mamas, panty droppers
Dhali Llamas, ol' pill poppers
High-school heroes, back row preachers
Pool hall hustlers, tantric teachers
Teenage cuties politickin'
Harry Krishna feed me chicken
All gone down the road tonight
Verse 3:
Bluejean babies, old heartbreakers
Had a party with some Quakers
Heartworn highways, country singers
Radio's full old right-wingers
Session players, duct tape dealers
Outlaw country, hubcap stealers
Ain't no money in my wallet
Broke again is what they call it
My Grandmother's name was Spiller
Michael Jackson peaked at Thriller
All gone down the road tonight
Solo: A D A E D A
Verse 4:
Jukebox gypsies, mustang sally's
Don't go walkin' down dark alleys
Needle pushers, horn rimmed glasses
Rhinestone jumpsuit, backstage passes
Blue plate specials, Luanne platters
Japanese is all that matters
Broken arrows, gulf coast kickers
"Who's your daddy?" bumper stickers
Dah dah dah dah dah dah dahhh
Ha-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah
Ah yeah, aw uh duntdunt
Outro: A (Spoken: "I'm outta words, people...that's all I got! Americana
woman...hip shake with me baby!")
