Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Southbound Jericho Parkway, artist - Roy Orbison. Album song The Singles Collection (1965-1973), in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.1988
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Southbound Jericho Parkway |
There was a man whose memories were made up |
Of nothing |
He pushed the elevator button, and go home |
To nothing |
Yes his business had prospered but women get lonely sometimes, now she has the |
house |
His son in college had dropped out |
To expand his mind |
And Sarah, his daughter had not spoken to him |
Maybe he’d raised her the wrong way |
He wondered |
He checked his mailbox, with fingers a-tremblin' |
No mail, from anyone |
«I'm home?» |
he said softly, as he opened the door and gazed at his empty |
apartment |
Aching, thinking |
Southbound Jericho Parkway |
Is what you call a one-way street |
Southbound Jericho Parkway |
Is what you call a one-way street |
At 7.20, monday after New Year |
Mister Henry Johnson leaned against the pedal |
Aimed his Lincoln steady and drove himself into a wall |
How could a thing sush as this ever happen |
All the community said it was shame |
He was a good man, he was a clean man. |
yeah |
That was it: he was a good, clean man |
And his landlady said he was an exemplary tenant |
They’re always nice and quiet when they’re all alone |
At his age |
The young man sat, on a small woven mat |
While the silken smoke it cirlcled over head |
The cigarettes were there to prove he didn’t care |
'Bout the contents of the telegram he’d just read |
Father, father, father |
You always seemed to be so out of reach |
And the psychedelyc sign read: peace |
Apartment in New York, a girl closes the door |
And leans against it with her head bowed low |
Thoughts raced through her mind |
Of when she was a child |
Raised warmly by a man she didn’t know |
Father, father, father |
She wished she had phoned him yesterday |
There were so many things she had to say |
Henry, the check is in my hands |
Brought by the insurance man to cover all my plans |
We’ll have flowers, your broker will be there |
And Sarah, if she cares, and our boy with all his hair |
And the sun rose, and the sunset |
As it always has |
And people yet unknown, were busy being born |
And time when past |