Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Highway 17, artist - Rodney Crowell. Album song The Houston Kid, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Record label: Sugar Hill
Song language: English
Highway 17 |
I put away fifteen grand doing one-night stands mostly liquor stores and |
fillin' stations |
Me and this peepin' Tom by the name of J.D. Swan and any number of his odd |
blood relations |
This was armed robbery 1957 and mostly our getaways were clean |
Then I’d pay off the boys and bury my bread out on Highway 17 |
I had five kids and a wife with one dress and a yard full of cars that wouldn’t |
running |
My two oldest boys they were on to my noise they despised what their daddy done |
But I did my thing the best I could maing plans by the light of day |
And then night would fall and it was time to call and I was always on my way |
Now J.D. he was crazy and he was inbred he drank whiskey like it was goin' out |
of style |
You know I should have seen it coming the writing was on the wall he was |
getting just a little too loose and wild |
Annd he made his mistake out on Airline Drive, you know those North Houston |
cops are quick |
They blew a hole in J.D. the size of Dallas and put a lump on my head with the |
brunt of a nightstick |
You know 5−10 in Huntsville ain’t no good times boys but I walked that line do |
you know what I mean |
'Cause my mind was snug on that hole I dug out on Highway 17 |
I said my mind was snug on that hole I dug out on Highway 17 |
So I served my time only way I knew how thinking big and making plans |
All about the way I was gonna change the world when I get my hands on that 15 |
grand |
You know C.W. and Herschel my two oldest boys they took care of their momma and |
their little sisters the best way that they could |
Dealing dimes and stealing hubcaps you know pretty soon they were doing good |
So I walked out those prison gates a free man on the first day of November 19 |
and '63 |
I kissed my wife and I hugged my babies but they didn’t seem the same to me |
You know the boys looked on they were already grown it was written across their |
eyes and their faces |
I’m the perfect sample of a bad example gone forever from their graces |
But baby six long years and a lot can change many miles beyond your wildest |
dreams |
But a six-lane wide modern interstate ride out on Highway 17 |
Lord they sunk my ship 'neath a concrete strip out on Highway 17 |
Man they broke my back they built a concrete track out on Highway 17 |
Well, you know it ain’t funny but they buried my money out on Highway 17 |