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written by Tracy Chapman

You got a fast car
And I want a ticket to anywhere
Maybe we make a deal
Maybe together we can get somewhere

Anyplace is better

i'm a little heavy west bound and down
i got a zero in the bank on my account
and it's been a week since she's been home that's seven days of on my own
that's my number baby gonna lay my money down

my destination is dependin' on a right turn
and bright field of green
and i'm rollin' down the highway

A little bit of Bourbon
And a broken neon sign
Once again I'm riding shotgun
To everything that's on my mind
Just a bartender
To tell my troubles to
Well, I just haven't found a way
To say, I'm so in love with you

A little out of place
No it ain't my sort of thing
But it makes her smile
So it's alright by me
And this may not be my scene
But I lie every time
'Cause I feel richer than anybody here
With her by my side

Next up the number one night siren,
Metal fame and a soft-tail ride.
And it feels like a little white lightening
As they smoke the stage and dim the lights.
And every time they call her name
Oh man, they whole damn place ignites.
And it's feels like an F5 touchdown
When those high heels come to life.

I had a rag top Cadillac rolling Sunset Boulevard
And I had a hold of a centerfold and a Tony Montana cigar
I had the top down, a rock and roll sound palms blowing in the breeze
Sounds like a paradise, hmmm, someone save me please

[Chorus]
Calling all country women
I sure missed you all since I’ve been gone

Can I cut in on a dance?
You ain't gonna find what you're lookin' for
In that little Mexican
You can't mix your tears
With those from an agave plant
You see I've danced with him myself
And he's never been a friend

I ain't gonna lie
I've been drinking here all night
With an old friend of mine
Her name is misery.
I ain't been crying
No I'm having a real good time with Miss Communication
She always talks to me.
I've got a lot of friends like them

I've still got my job,

Still got my woman,

And my dog didn't die,

My family's alright,

I spend my life
A little left of honest livin'
I hope God will be forgivin'
When I'm done
Take a little more time
And give it to the friends I'm missing
And lend a little more ear and listen to everyone
Oh, I'm set on changin' my ways

I guess I oughta tell you what's been going on

Well I've been chasing dreams for everyone but me.

When your heart is filled with misery

It's hard to find the energy

Pretty girl on every corner
sunshine turns the sky to gold
warm, warm, its always warm here
i can't take the cold

street littered with diamonds
everyone is glistening
this whole world shines so brightly

He was sitting on his tailgate
She was lovin' on his roughneck
She was talking about runnin' away
And he was puffin' on a cigarette
Just thinkin'
How'm I gonna say goodbye?

He said, girl you got it good here

Well our love story reads like a book of lies

Good intentions, better alibis

No happy endings, no straight lines

No movin’ on, but no goodbyes

Mama, how's the corn growin'
Out behind the house?
How's that old wind blowin' down south?
People are different out here
Like you said they´d be
But most times the one that feels different
Is me

Mary and her man live in a two-bedroom beside me
Used to see her in the hall at night,
Passed her on the street
But lately she ain't comin' around no more
She hides indoors
Afraid of what the world might say if they knew,
What I know

Thank God it's a Saturday night
Down by the riverside
Cheerleaders in the back of the bed
With them tailgates down
Speakers up and the radio on
Don't matter who's singin' the song
Country music or rock 'n roll
Play all night long

Livin' with me it ain't easy
Well, I do it everyday
and sometimes even I
I wanna run away
There you are
You're trying to please me
And you stand your ground
That's more than I deserve

leave me cravin'for your spell
sometimes i'm scared
sometimes i'm lost
sometimes you're all i am

and there's a mystery in you
sometimes when you laugh
sometimes when you cry

Six pack
Stereo
20 minutes to the show
Wet roads
Heavy loads
Runnin' lotsa Friday nights
The boys are in the back
With a bottle and a steel guitar

Well I've got this old TV
That you left behind.
And I've got a better me
It took so long to find.
And I've got a lot of nerve
To ask you back at all.
And I put this picture of you and me
On the hole in the wall.

The weather man says he’s never seen
Temperatures rise as high as these in a long time.
Yeah, but we don’t mind.
The car’s lined up at the edge of the lake,
The radio’s on and everybody’s takin’ the swing in the tree,
Not you and me.

Oh, that’s just a waste of time,

There's a black man with a black cat livin' in a black neighborhood
He's got an interstate runnin' through his front yard
You know he thinks that he's got it so good
And there's a woman in the kitchen cleanin' up the evenin' slop
And he looks at her and says, "Hey darlin', I can remember when you could stop a clock."

Oh but ain't that America for you and me
Ain't that America somethin' to see baby Ain't that America home of the free

Pretty girl on every corner

Sunshine turns the sky to gold

Warm warm, it's always warm here

And I can't take the cold

I´m a little heavy waste boundin´ down...
Got a zero in the bank
On my account
It´s been a week since she´s been home
That´s seven days of on my own
That´s my number baby,
Gonna lay my money down

There's a little girl down south
And her daddy's got a ranch
'Bout as big as my town
And one day I swear
I'm gonna go down there and get her out

From the letter that I got last fall
She said you know you're the one I love most of all

Her blond hair blowin' in the warm wind,
Dirt road showin' where we'd been.
Throw it into "park" when it's gettin' dark,
Behind a bale of hay.
Listenin' to the rhythm of a pumpjack
Sippin' on a Coca Cola six-pack,
Swingin' our feet to the steady creak of that old tail gate.
Left the radio on and didn't say a word,

So you're tired and beat
And you've worked all week
And you need a place you can let it go.
Where the girls go wild
And the boys play hard
And you need a little more than just the radio.
Well here's your open invitation
With just a couple regulations.

Well I know they say all goods things
Must come to some kinda of ending
We were so damn good, I guess we never stood a chance
Go on find what you’ve been missin'
When that highway's tired of listenin'
You’ll see I’m not that easy to forget...

When a new moon shines through your window,

Well given the tall grass you´re livin´ in
It´s not ideal to keep fire in your life
And the desert winds keep pickin´ on me
As I´m makin´ it down the line

Sorry it burned so unexpectedly
But it ain´t goin´ out with the rain in your eyes
Mississippi burnin´ in the middle of

I was down in Whiskey River
Stopped in for a drink
Minding my own business
Trying not to think
Bartender came over with a shot of his best
Said this ones from the lady in the long black dress
She came waltzing 'round the corner
Anybody sitting here