Mescalito/Roadhouse Sun

I'ma gettin' so tired of what you say
You're lettin' this whole world go down the drain
I'm gonna stand up and say my name
Cause I'ma gettin' tired of your endless ways

You want more money in your hand
You want more blood from a foreign land
I'ma gonna stand up and say my name
Cause everybody's tired of your endless ways

I'ma gettin' so tired of what you say
I'ma gonna stand up and get in your face
I'm gettin' so tired of what you say
Everybody's tired of your endless ways

Everybody's tired
Everybody's tired
Everybody's tired of your endless ways

You think your lies will never die
You think we won't hear the people cry
You should wake up and hear us say
Oh, that everybody's tired of your endless ways

Everybody's tired
Everybody's tired

I'ma gettin' so tired of what you say
You're lettin' this whole world go down the drain
I'ma gonna stand up and say my name
Oh, 'cause everybody's tired of your endless ways

If you ever see me walking down the side of the road
Would you ever stop and wonder why?
Would you think it's lost that I paid the cost?
Stop and give a poor boy a ride and forget my past

If I ever get home I'm never gonna worry
The things that I could've done
'Cause I've done a lot of things I could've done better
But now it don't matter none, I've raised my glass

'Cause I fell in love and then lost touch
I dropped it and broke her heart
I drove off a cliff and I barely missed
Walkin' with her in the park, just a selfish boy

But I have not forgot that the food in the pot
Ain't cookin' for a boy like me
I been fightin' all night with the dogs in the alley
Looking for a bone to eat, starving to death

Well, everybody's troubled with your hustle and your bustle
Your payment on your house is late
If I ever have a problem like it, I guess I'll be in pretty good shape
You can kiss my ass goodbye

When I feel the wind blow, I see a ghost in the road
And headlights are a beautiful sight
And out in the desert, I could sit on up in heaven
And the sun keeps settin' for miles
And here comes another song

Then I take a pen and a little piece of paper
I scribble on down the lines
And what you're hearin' now is something I found
Hidin' way down inside the cellar of my heart

And I hope everybody had a real good time
I hope I didn't bring you down
These ain't sad songs, don't take 'em wrong
I haven't been home in a while, I'll see you all around

Let your mamma's cry
When the trains roll at night
Let the wildfires fly
With the soul of child

When the day is done
I was born a bad man's son
When the day is done
I was born a bad man's son

Let the coyotes cry
Underneath heaven's eyes
Never speak of death
'Cause only life can rest

When the day is done
I was born a bad man's son
When the day is done
I was born a bad man's son

Will you save the last dance?
Will you give the boy a chance?
Before you wave your flag
And he dies in Iraq

When the day is done
I was born a bad man's son
When the day is done
I was born a bad man's son

My bluebird, my blue bird can fly as far as I can see
My bluebird has everything I need
My bluebird, my bluebird knows my deepest desires
My bluebird, my bluebird will catch me just before the fire

I'm down on the river baby, but I'm stuck on the other side love
From a rope my heart is hanging, water rises on a lonely soul

My bluebird, my bluebird wing can fly above it all
My bluebird will help me stand and be strong
My bluebird, my bluebird will never beg upon a knee
My bluebird, my bluebird knows I need to believe

I'm down on the river baby, but I'm stuck on the other side love
From a rope my heart is hanging, water rises on a lonely soul
And I'll take my chances breathing, ain't never gonna hold my breath
Because I know if I stay waiting, my lonely soul gonna bleed to death

My bluebird, my bluebird knows my deepest desires
My bluebird, my bluebird will catch me just before the fire

I'm down on the river baby, but I'm stuck on the other side love
From a rope my heart is hanging, water rises on a lonely soul
And I'll take my chances breathing, ain't never gonna hold my breath
Because I know if I stay waiting, my lonely soul gonna bleed to death

Well, I'm a homeless man
With my thumb in the wind
I sure miss my kin but then again
I'm on the road with a song for you

I took a step, I lost a bet
They cut off my tongue, now they're full of regret
Careful what you say
If they ain't gonna listen anyway

Just make the cash, bet on the past
Everybody's so afraid to be last
You can't take back everythin' you leave behind

Is everybody so ashamed
For lettin' it all slide?
Is everybody so afraid?
Mr. Dylan's Hard Rain was fair warnin'

On a shake down in the alley
Breakin' people's faces, gonna start you up a rally
I've never seen a day in the sun with the gun
That's loaded for you

There's some hippies in the back room
Rockin' and a-rollin' and a-smokin' to an old tune
Someone took the guitar and a match
And set peace on fire

Hey my brother, what is wrong?
You lost all your money on the corner rollin' bones
Give him your cash, motherfucker
He's too fast for you

Is everybody so ashamed
For lettin' it all slide?
Is everybody so afraid?
Mr. Dylan's Hard Rain was fair warnin'

On the TV, there's a white man
Too much make up on his wife with God's plan
I guess the religious vote made it to Congress

And on the border of Tijuana
People are growin' truck loads of marijuana
Maybe someday our friends will be American farmers

Then the necklace in the south
A few hopeless people still hangin' it around
The wind's gonna cut you down in the long run

Is everybody so ashamed
For lettin' it all slide?
I won't be afraid
Mr. Dylan's Hard Rain is where it's pourin' in, fair warnin'

So can we save us from today?
The hands of the wretched are the ones gettin' paid
Everythin' stays the same, if you don't change it

And all the dreams will bust at the seam
It all goes down in the mighty machine
You don't care now, but someday you might need it

I heard the whistle start to blowin'
Then I saw the mountain in the back come tumblin'
Everybody's wishin' they could get out of the way
Everybody's wishin' they could dig their ass out of the grave

I've been payin' them here roadhouse dues
Since I was a young boy
Driftin' and a-ramblin' with my old man searchin'
'Round for that West Texas oil

Well, ain't nobody know
Where I'm gonna go
Well, ain't nobody know, no, no, no
This here gypsy road

Straight out them bad lands well, I come a-runnin' on
Out of New Mexico
Eighteen wheelers and freight trains and pump jacks
So high I've rode upon

Well, ain't nobody know
Where I'm gonna go
Well, ain't nobody know, no, no, no
This here gypsy road

Mr Armadillo, don't stand in my way
I ain't gonna stick around here
I don't know why I can't fly this here ride
On out the cosmic cowboy atmosphere

Well, ain't nobody know
Where I'm gonna go
Well, ain't nobody know, no, no, no
This here gypsy road
Get down, tell me one more song

When I die, Lord
Oh, won't You put my soul up on a train
Won't You send it southbound
Give a cool blues man name

'Cause I've been lost on them back roads
And many times, I've gone blind
Losing faith in my family
Had drew me out my damn mind

But on the south side of heaven
Won't You take me home
'Cause I've been broke down for so long
And Lord, it's getting cold

I've been a desperado in West Texas
For so long, Lord, I need a change
For ten long years
This old place ain't seen a drop of rain

Now the wind blows everyday, Lord
Oh, like a desert snow
Like a lost bound train
Running on cocaine and out of control

But on the south side of heaven
Won't You take me home
'Cause I've been broke down for so long
And Lord, it's getting cold

Long down the Louisiana byways
Lonesome highways roll on
Oh, won't You take me where the poor man lives
It's where I call my home

Can't you see that breeze
Nothing but a change in pace
Money can't buy my soul
'Cause it comes from a hard earned place

But on the south side of heaven
Won't You take me home
'Cause I've been gone for so long
And Lord, it's getting cold

But on the south side of heaven
Won't You take me home
'Cause I've been gone for so long
And Lord, it's getting cold