Jim White - Hey! You Going My Way??? lyrics

Bus stop rain...busted power train..got a broke down '69 LTD... I hocked my tools...to buy my brain...a funeral wreath...from the FTD Blank billboards on the highway of life. Counterfeit bills in the neon lights. This stick-shift driven saw-dust dream, show-biz sho' ain't what it seems. Little hipster dufus with the guitar in a coffin. I been copping his licks about every so often. Then I flip-flop, go the other way... I rip off the dude where the colored girls say; doo-doo-do-doo-doo-do-doo-doo-do-do-doooo-dooooo See, I cut my teeth on the white lines of life's endless lonesome highways. Taking stock in the horizon... shouting at every fool that come my way--- "HEY!" I been shouting, "HEY! Can you gimme a ride? Are you going my way?" "HEY! Can you gimme a ride? Someone gimme a ride!" but ain't no one going my way. Now downtown they got the prison of shame. See the castaways of the Hollywood game? Tricked out who*es with invisible pains. Cardboard people, dancing in the rain... to the same old tune, circling like a vulture with the busted juke-box of the popular culture. If it ain't got a beat, they won't put you on the street. Heavy on the ba**, light on the feet. I meet the street poets in the bummed out bars. I hum my single as I jingle down the "Walk Of Stars" with the geeks and the freaks and the crooks and the hookers--- the burn-outs of life's pressure cookers. Now, these are my people, my church without a steeple, and though I never waste a tissue on an incidental issue, still I sympathize, 'cause I realize when I see the sorrow in their eyes. 'Cause I cut my teeth on the white lines of life's endless lonesome highways. Taking stock in the horizon... shouting at every fool that come my way--- "HEY!" I been shouting, "HEY! Can you gimme a ride? Are you going my way?" "HEY! Can you gimme a ride? Someone gimme a ride!" but ain't no one going my way. Now in the field of my mind I'm plowing the topsoil of my memory. Digging up bones and skeletones--- rusty relics from my past. Gotta put a new shine on the twists of time, redefine this old cemetery... Clear out the weeds, sow new seeds, sure I'm scared, but still I'm gonna carry on. 'Cause never did a body find their way home without showing first firm as a stone the conviction, the strength the courage that it takes to make a journey start For you got to be true, you got to be strong, 'specially when the long road home leads smack through the smoking ruins of your broken heart.And I know. 'Cause I cut my teeth on the white lines of life's endless lonesome highway... Taking stock in the horizon...shouting at every fool that come my way--- "HEY!" I been shouting, "HEY! Can you gimme a ride? Are you going my way?" "HEY! Can you gimme a ride? Someone gimme a ride!" but ain't no one going my way.