Terry Allen - Wolfman Of Del Rio lyrics
[Terry Allen - Wolfman Of Del Rio lyrics]
Well he took his first release
On a highway in a 1953 green Chevrolet
An he was carryin and awful load
For just a 15 year old 'Til he laid his mind
On the center line an turned up the radio
Goin a hundred miles an hour
Down the blue asphaltum line
Listenin to the Wolfman of Del Rio an
He didn't give a damn
About the trouble he was in
Yeah deep down in his soul
He just wantedå¼o go
An you can tell by the look on his face
He's all caught up with the need
To trade in some emptied out spaces
For some speeeeeeed
An that good ol' American Dream
An
She took her first release on the back seat
Of a 1961 black V-8 Ford
An she just give up al control
On that vinyl tuck-and-roll breathin hard
With a dark-eyed boy
That she barely even knowed
Goin a hundred miles an hour
Down the blue asphaltum line
Listenin to the Wolfman of Del Rio an
She didn't give a damn
About the trouble she'd get in
Yeah deep down in her soul
She just wantedå¼o flow
An you can tell by the paint on her face
She's all made-up for the need
To trade in some emptied out places
For some speeeeeeed
An that good ol' American Dream
An now they circle one another
Armed with the lives from their past an
They fight to the death for their lies
'Til the bad feelings pass then they sit
An they smoke an they drink
An they talk an talk an talk an talk
And then they stalk around
Like they're lookin for
Something they've lost
But can never again be found and it's crazy
Yeah crazy in the backyards the bedrooms
The kitchens crazy out in the streets
Ahhh through all their cities
And even smaller towns an
It most certainly seems
Some disease of the dreams
Has been goin 'round yes
It most certainly seems
Some disease of the dreams
Has been goin 'round
Goin a hundred miles an hour
Down the blue asphaltum line
Listenin to the Wolfman of Del Rio
On a highway in a 1953 green Chevrolet
An he was carryin and awful load
For just a 15 year old 'Til he laid his mind
On the center line an turned up the radio
Goin a hundred miles an hour
Down the blue asphaltum line
Listenin to the Wolfman of Del Rio an
He didn't give a damn
About the trouble he was in
Yeah deep down in his soul
He just wantedå¼o go
An you can tell by the look on his face
He's all caught up with the need
To trade in some emptied out spaces
For some speeeeeeed
An that good ol' American Dream
An
She took her first release on the back seat
Of a 1961 black V-8 Ford
An she just give up al control
On that vinyl tuck-and-roll breathin hard
With a dark-eyed boy
That she barely even knowed
Goin a hundred miles an hour
Down the blue asphaltum line
Listenin to the Wolfman of Del Rio an
She didn't give a damn
About the trouble she'd get in
Yeah deep down in her soul
She just wantedå¼o flow
An you can tell by the paint on her face
She's all made-up for the need
To trade in some emptied out places
For some speeeeeeed
An that good ol' American Dream
An now they circle one another
Armed with the lives from their past an
They fight to the death for their lies
'Til the bad feelings pass then they sit
An they smoke an they drink
An they talk an talk an talk an talk
And then they stalk around
Like they're lookin for
Something they've lost
But can never again be found and it's crazy
Yeah crazy in the backyards the bedrooms
The kitchens crazy out in the streets
Ahhh through all their cities
And even smaller towns an
It most certainly seems
Some disease of the dreams
Has been goin 'round yes
It most certainly seems
Some disease of the dreams
Has been goin 'round
Goin a hundred miles an hour
Down the blue asphaltum line
Listenin to the Wolfman of Del Rio