Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Purgatory Road, artist - Ray Wylie Hubbard. Album song Growl, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 31.03.2003
Record label: Concord, Rounder
Song language: English
Purgatory Road |
Mama comes in from the kitchen |
She tells me to fetch my brother |
She wipes her hands on her apron |
And says don’t be late for supper |
I walk out on the front porch |
The suns about to die |
It’s still so hot the old dogs wouldn’t bark |
Even if a car’s to drive by |
There s a blue green Buick |
And a flat black Ford |
Jacked up off the ground |
Daddy sitting on a stump and he’s looking bewildered |
At the parts lying all around |
We ain’t been no where at all since the Fairlane threw a rod |
Whatever it is has been damned to hell by my daddy and God |
Some are here working on a passage to Heaven |
And others they can’t carry that load |
A few are left singing the blues on Purgatory Road |
It is just a mile or so to the edge of town |
There ain’t much of one here now since the factories closed down |
You got no jobs you got no people you got no businesses |
The only thing left is the Kingdom Hall of Jehovah Witness |
Mama she took me to church one time gonna get me baptized |
Further on down the road there is something I realized |
Now you might say its contempt prior to investigation |
But nobody seems concerned about their Saviors procrastination |
Some are here working on a passage to Heaven |
And others they can’t carry that load |
A few are left singing the blues on Purgatory Road |
I just past the cemetery with it’s tumped over tomb stones |
There’s a little tavern that’s called the Devils Backbone |
It’s got your distilled spirits and Tennessee Sour Mash |
And a little sign that says in God we trust, all others pay cash |
My brother’s sitting on a chair in front of an old tweed amplifier |
He’s playing bottle neck slide, steel on wire |
Now when his mother died and his daddy left my momma she brought him home |
And even thought he ain’t blood she raised him as her own |
So now he sings them blues on an old Gibson 160E |
And he don’t even now what color he is cause he can’t see |
Some are here working on a passage to Heaven |
And others they can’t carry that load |
A few are left singing the blues on Purgatory Road |