From the recording Inner Outlaw
Lyrics
DON’T HAVE NO HORSE, NO SADDLE,
TO SIT MYSELF HIGH ON,
NO GREEN FIELD, SUNSETS,
FOREVERS TO RIDE ON.
BUT I’LL TAKE TO THE HIGHWAY,
IN THIS OLD TRUCK TO GET BY ON,
TO THINK ABOUT NOTHIN’,
NOTHIN’, BUT MY NEXT FEW MILES.
THOSE BITUMEN COWBOYS,
THEY LOVE THE ROAD,
BURNIN’ UP SADNESS,
WITH EACH MILE TO GO,
STOPPIN’ FOR NOTHIN’ BUT DREAMS, PASSED ON THE WAY.
STOPPIN’ FOR NOTHIN’ BUT DREAMS, PASSED ON THE WAY.
HAULIN’ A LOAD,
DEADLINES TO NEVER MAKE TIME ON,
RAINBOWS TOO FAR, TREASURES,
I CAN’T RELY ON.
INVISIBLE SUNSETS,
NEVER, SET THEMSELVES DOWN ON,
THE TIRED OLD HAND,
OF THIS POOR TRUCK DRIVIN’ MAN.
THOSE BITUMEN COWBOYS,
THEY LOVE THE ROAD,
BURNIN’ UP SADNESS,
WITH EACH MILE TO GO,
STOPPIN’ FOR NOTHIN’ BUT DREAMS, PASSED ON THE WAY.
STOPPIN’ FOR NOTHIN’ BUT DREAMS, PASSED ON THE WAY.
STEERIN‘ THE WHEEL THROUGH
THE RAIN AND THE DARKNESS,
FINDIN’ YOUR WAY THROUGH THE TREES, YOU MAKE THE NEXT TOWN,
IF YOUR TALKIN’ TO GOD IN THE PASSENGER SEAT, IT’S THE LAST MILE.
THOSE BITUMEN COWBOYS,
THEY LOVE THE ROAD,
BURNIN’ UP SADNESS,
WITH EACH MILE TO GO.
STOPPIN’ FOR NOTHIN’ BUT DREAMS, PASSED ON THE WAY.
STOPPIN’ FOR NOTHIN’ BUT DREAMS, PASSED ON THE WAY.