Jim White Hey! you Going my Way??? Lyrics:
Bus stop rain...busted power train..got a broke
down '69 LTD... I hocked my tools...to buy my
brain...a funeral wreath...from the FTD Blank
billboards on the highway of life. Counterfeit
bills in the neon lights. This stick-shift driven
saw-dust dream, show-biz sho' ain't what it seems.
Little hipster dufus with the guitar in a coffin.
I been copping his licks about every so often.
Then I flip-flop, go the other way... I rip off
the dude where the colored girls say;
doo-doo-do-doo-doo-do-doo-doo-do-do-doooo-dooooo
See, I cut my teeth on the white lines of life's
endless lonesome highways. Taking stock in the
horizon... shouting at every fool that come my
way--- "HEY!" I been shouting,
"HEY! Can you gimme a ride? Are you going my
way?" "HEY! Can you gimme a ride?
Someone gimme a ride!" but ain't no one going
my way. Now downtown they got the prison of shame.
See the castaways of the Hollywood game? Tricked
out whores with invisible pains. Cardboard people,
dancing in the rain... to the same old tune,
circling like a vulture with the busted juke-box
of the popular culture. If it ain't got a beat,
they won't put you on the street. Heavy on the
bass, light on the feet. I meet the street poets
in the bummed out bars. I hum my single as I
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jingle down the "Walk Of Stars" with the
geeks and the freaks and the crooks and the
hookers--- the burn-outs of life's pressure
cookers. Now, these are my people, my church
without a steeple, and though I never waste a
tissue on an incidental issue, still I sympathize,
'cause I realize when I see the sorrow in their
eyes. 'Cause I cut my teeth on the white lines of
life's endless lonesome highways. Taking stock in
the horizon... shouting at every fool that come my
way--- "HEY!" I been shouting,
"HEY! Can you gimme a ride? Are you going my
way?" "HEY! Can you gimme a ride?
Someone gimme a ride!" but ain't no one going
my way. Now in the field of my mind I'm plowing
the topsoil of my memory. Digging up bones and
skeletones--- rusty relics from my past. Gotta put
a new shine on the twists of time, redefine this
old cemetery... Clear out the weeds, sow new
seeds, sure I'm scared, but still I'm gonna carry
on. 'Cause never did a body find their way home
without showing first firm as a stone the
conviction, the strength the courage that it takes
to make a journey start For you got to be true,
you got to be strong, 'specially when the long
road home leads smack through the smoking ruins of
your broken heart.And I know. 'Cause I cut my
teeth on the white lines of life's endless
lonesome highway... Taking stock in the
horizon...shouting at every fool that come my
way--- "HEY!" I been shouting,
"HEY! Can you gimme a ride? Are you going my
way?" "HEY! Can you gimme a ride?
Someone gimme a ride!" but ain't no one going
my way.
Lyrics: Hey! you Going my Way???, Jim White [end]