Из альбома: Delivered
It’s an eight hour drive up to Somerville
Somerville
To Somerville
I got a big cup of coffee and a bottle of little white pills
Little white pills
Little white pills
Turn the radio up 'cause I just want to hear the sound
Of someone’s voice
Someone’s voice
Mr. State Trooper please don’t stop me now
I can’t slow down
I got no choice
I come flying o’er the Delaware and across the Tappan Zee
Wondering what I got to do to make you reconsider me Honey, don’t turn me back from your door
I come all the way from Baltimore
I got a pawn shop ring and a yellow rose bouquet
Honey, that I bought
In a cheap truck stop
Hardly seems enough to prove to you I’ve changed
Well, maybe it ain’t
But it’s all I got
I know you’ve had all the heartache you can take from me So I won’t make no excuses for the fool I used to be Honey, don’t turn me back from your door
I come all the way from Baltimore
It’s an eight hour drive but I did it in six
Did it in six
Did it in six
There was a time I thought I could live without your kiss
Now I ain’t ashamed
To let you see me like this
Like a moth circlin' round your front porch light
Like a ship out on the ocean to a beacon in the night
Baby I made my way to your door
And I come all the way from Baltimore