| Shrunken head and Mardi Gras beads
|
| Hanging on a rearview mirror that bleeds
|
| Keepinâ?? |
| her eyes on the open road
|
| No tellinâ?? |
| where that son-a bitch goes
|
| Got her doors locked doinâ?? |
| 75
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| Donâ??t care to be caught now, dead or alive
|
| Seen enough to kill anyoneâ??s soul
|
| Keepinâ?? |
| her eyes on the open road
|
| Keepinâ?? |
| her eyes on the open road
|
| The open road where the hopeless come
|
| To see if hope still runs
|
| One by one they bring their broke down loads
|
| And leave â??em where the hobo dreams are stowed
|
| Out on the open road
|
| Out on the open road
|
| Midnight fallinâ?? |
| like a bag of bones
|
| Weighted down now the rest with stones
|
| Bouncinâ?? |
| off a river the moon made steel
|
| Cracking off the chrome of a steering wheel
|
| Anything back there is burned and dead
|
| Any love they made any words they said
|
| Nothing to do now but drop it and roll
|
| Into the lights of the open road
|
| Into the lights of the open road
|
| The open road where the hopeless come
|
| To see if hope still runs
|
| One by one they bring their broke down loads
|
| And leave â??em where the hobo dreams are stowed
|
| Out on the open road
|
| Out on the open road
|
| Shrunken head and Mardi Gras beads
|
| Hanging on a rearview mirror on the beach
|
| Keepinâ?? |
| their eyes on the open road
|
| No tellinâ?? |
| where that son-a bitch goes
|
| The open road where the hopeless come
|
| To see if hope still runs
|
| One by one they bring their broke down loads
|
| And leave â??em where the hobo dreams are stowed
|
| Out on the open road
|
| Out on the open road |