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letra de road, dirt and rail (live) - lloyd spiegel

verse 1

a little money in my pocket, stars in my eyes, women on my mind and the word in my hands
i’ve been walking around tryna find my place, tryna get a little sp-ce and make myself a better man
and i got you thinkin’ of where i’ve been and the things i’ve seen and the road behind and the road ahead
cause it’s not just like i can close my eyes and cl!ck my heels three times and go back home again

chorus 1

and round they say i should keep on walkin’ as the truth and the toll
let the music get the bettеr of me and let it nevеr get my soul
i went down to the crossroads and i swear i was ready to make a sale
and i play every mile of the road and the dirt and the rail

verse 2

now i heard a lotta stories on the trains headin’ south in the smokers’ lounge with the outa for the telephone booth
never traded any names never looked in any eyes, we just told our deepest lies, every stories gotta show truth
like i once met a woman she was kinda insane, she been talkin’ on the train about town a damsels tattoos
she’d been searching for him a thousand years, she was out of her mind but she was buying the beers what else could i do

chorus 2

and crazy people they’re the same as people like me
cause they never write a song with the singin’ and the swayin’ to the beat
and i was always happy to listen to the tales
of the pain and the heart on the road and the dirt and the rail
verse 3

and i’m playin’ all my songs now i’m telling all my jokes drinking bourbon and coke and smoking’ cheap cigarettes
i’m seeing poor man in the shadows and rich man in the light i got to heal them tonight with the power in my voice and sweat
get them singin’ and dancin’ the very same class, taking shots from the same hipflask until very last call
then the rich man heads to his house on the hill, the poor man into the chill where the curtain falls

chorus 3

and i pack my guitar when the spotlight fades
get a cab downtown and a ticket for the train with the money i just got paid (oh lord)
my hands are tired and my face is pale
but i played every mile of the road and the dirt and the rail

chorus 4

and it’s hard to believe after comin’ so far
it’s just another d-mn gig in another dam woman given me eyes at the end of the bar (oh lord)
i hope all my babies at the end of the trail
the pain and the hurt and the road and the dirt and the rail

coda

a little money in my pocket, stars in my eyes, women on my mind and the word in my hands
a little money in my pocket, stars in my eyes, women on my mind and the word in my hands

- lloyd spiegel

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