| I saw the same old streets for far too long
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| I put the rubber on the road
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| I left it all behind
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| And now paid with memories
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| Those streets are long since gone
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| Rubber on the road & the blood inside
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| And I’ve been around this land of opportunity
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| The road is hard and it don’t offer up immunity
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| I’ve rode this country hard, from sea to shining sea
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| I’ve shared a dance with Lady Liberty
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| I broke down despite my prayers
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| Full tilt and half the way
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| The rubber on the road & the blood inside
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| But I ain’t got far to go
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| I’ll leave 'er where she lay
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| Keep the rubber on the road & the blood inside
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| Because wealth of matter has never made much sense to me
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| And It’s bought a lot of souls and never has it set one free
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| I shed a couple tears but never did I grieve
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| I walked away and left the keys
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| And I’ll ketch me the midnight ghost
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| We’ll roll down that Western Coast
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| Fields of green
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| Valleys of wine
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| St. Theresa, don’t you worry
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| We’ll make it on time
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| We’re there before we know
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| Just watch this Grey Ghost go
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| Steel on the tracks & the hammer down
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| Things used to move so slow
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| These days it’s roll man roll
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| Steel on the tracks & the hammer down
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| And it’s bound to take its toll
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| Out runnin' wild and livin' free
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| And I’ve done some growing up
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| But I never lost the child in me
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| We’re tossin' dice at things
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| That might not ever be
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| All just to see what I can see, yea
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| And I’ll ketch me the midnight ghost
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| We’ll roll down that Western Coast
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| Fields of green
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| Valleys of wine
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| St. Theresa, don’t you worry
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| We’ll make it on time
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| Well I know that it can’t last
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| Someday this ride will stall
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| Rubber on the road & the blood inside
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| 'Cause even mighty mountains
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| Someday might crumble & fall
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| Keep the rubber on the road & the blood inside
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| Finding out the hard way
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| Don’t leave school with much validity
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| And livin' hand to mouth
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| Don’t leave room for much nobility
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| We know the end is near
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| But not when it will be
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| Or is it close enough to see, yea
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| And I’ll ketch me the midnight ghost
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| We’ll roll down that Western Coast
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| Fields of green
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| Carmel wine
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| St. Theresa, don’t you worry
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| St. Theresa, don’t you worry
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| St. Theresa, don’t you worry
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| We’ll make it on time |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Desolation Angels , by - Reckless Kelly. Song from the album Under The Table And Above The Sun, in the genre Поп