Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Walkin' Home Alone, artist - Stan Ridgway. Album song The Big Heat, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.1992
Record label: Capitol
Song language: English
Walkin' Home Alone |
News travels fast in a small desert town |
So it wasn’t long at all before the word got around |
That a killin’mad car was headed their way |
So the sheriff and the boys were gonna stop him |
Out on the highway |
Right where it intersected big black rock |
So it wasn’t long at all |
Before the whole town was out standin''round |
Hammerin’a nail and buildin’up a pride |
In a roadblock |
The mayor’s wife sat in the shade |
And talked her way through a few good lies |
While her husband practiced his acceptance speech |
For a medal from the F.B.I. |
And Granny rocked back in her chair and said, |
Just what did this man do? |
While some idiot kids from school |
Ate the dirty sno-cones colored red, white and blue |
At the roadblock |
Then the local paper jumped the gun |
And printed the big headline |
Town is saved from killer car with roadblock at stateline |
Three miles down the highway in a Chevy '69 |
Were a pair of crazy eyeballs |
Jumpin’left and right in time |
To an eight track tape playin’Foghat and Jethro Tull |
And a gasoline soaked hand shiftin' |
A little plastic skull |
And on the arm a blue tattoo that read |
I’m a son of a bitch |
A map open on the front seat |
Leather black as pitch |
One foot slammed on the gas, no shoe |
Just an argyle sock |
Andthat car was screamin’wild down the highway |
Like lightnin’towards the roadblock |
Then all eyes turned down the highway |
To a big cloud of smoke |
And Granny went into a mild state of shock and started to choke |
And then a boy up in a tree yelled out, Here he comes… |
Then twenty men strong aimed and fired point blank |
Nineteen shotguns… |
Well the next day the sheriff just tried to stall |
While they buried the body out behind a wall |
The newspaper said, Killer still on the lam |
Seems the boys at the roadblock shot the wrong man |
Nobody really knew just who he was |
He was drivin’a Camaro with dashboard fuzz |
They all burned the car right there at big black rock |
And no one ever said a word at all again |
About a roadblock |