Go West - Laid Back Country Picker

Safe on the interstate New York is three thousand miles away And I'm not looking forward to following through But it's better than always running back into you I've closed my eyes and my bank account And gone west, young man Take off the parking brake Go coasting into a different state And I'm not looking forward to missing you But I must have something better to do I've got to tear my life apart And go west, young man And it feels like I've got something to prove But in some ways it's just something to do My friends turn me around and say "You go west, young man" Stepping down off my platform shoes Sixty nine in the afternoon And I'm waiting for someone in the know Like Pirner tells me on the radio Says, "Take it from someone who's been there before You go west, young man" And I'm looking for somebody to do my thinking for me Till I come through The state-line highway sign says "You have gone west, young man" And it feels like I've got something to prove But in some ways it's just something to do The state-line highway sign says "You have gone west, young man"

I remember back when I was sixteen I was sittin' around pickin', just my pops and me When his friend walked up in a cowboy hat Said, "I like what you're doin', but it ain't where it's at" A-see this road and leave the corn alone Old and broke and just a bag of bones See you better take heed to the words I say And stay quite clear of that lost highway Oh, southern wind, won't you take me high? I got seven ladies dancin' naked 'round an old camp fire Guitar pickin' with a bottle of wine I'll be an old broke guitar picker, Lord, when I die Holes in my clothes, I got holes in my shoes I got a hole in my heart, that's why I'm singin' the blues I put some change in my pocket, but it's all gone And everything that I do, it seems to be wrong So now I'm broke, I'm back on the street With a guitar case in front of Tate and me And you better listen up 'cause it ain't no lie Please throw a nickel in when you walk by Oh, southern wind, won't you take me high? It's hard to keep rollin' when all you got is flat tires Guitar pickin' with a bottle of wine I'll be an old broke guitar picker, Lord, when I die I came in this world with nothin' on my back And I'll leave the same way and that's a fact Ain't in it for the money, ain't in it for the fame I don't really care if you remember my name So now I got to go, I got to hit the road I got to do the only thing that I know I got this feelin' deep down, and I got to be true And I sure as hell ain't gonna change for you Oh, southern wind, won't you take me high? When I hear the sounds comin' from one amplifier Guitar pickin' with a bottle of wine And I'll be an old broke guitar picker, Lord