Lyrics

This road may flood tonight If I heard the weatherman right I ain't seen a cloud in sight The whole damn day There ain't a soul in this old coal town It's quiet on the courthouse grounds Just empty cars with windows down I guess it's on its way May have to get myself a boat A couple paddles and a good raincoat Dig myself out of the deepest moat Keep it all at bay And last time it rained, I didn't sleep for weeks Worryin' on those risin' creeks Gravel bars and busted beach And mountains made of slate Guess you could say it's been a haunted life I used to have a Christian wife And I lost her like a pocket knife Slidin' down the bank But you know, this road's been a pretty good friend I've drove it every night since then I run her 'round every bend Never sure if I'm awake And it's a heartache Nothin' but a heartache Hits you when it's too late Hits you when you're down It's a fool's game Nothin' but a fool's game Standin' in this cold rain Dancin' like a clown
Writer(s): Ronnie Scott, Steve Wolfe, Victor William Batty, Joey Ian Noe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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