Rebel Roadside
I see the preacher
Walking hand and hand
With the politician
And the businessman
I see the trucks
Rolling by like trains
I hear the dynamite
Blowing in the rain
Tear down the buildings
Build another one
Make another million
Steal another one
Blame it on Hollywood blame it on TV
Blame it on Bubba blame it on me
Blame it on her, blame on him
Blame it on all these people living in oblivion
I see you baby
Dancing on the stage
Stripping down to nothing
In the purple haze
I hear the music
Watch your body sway
Look into your eyes
But you just drift away
Yea I see you baby
I don't know what to do
I've driven all night
Just to be with you
I want to break down and cry but I never learned how
I want to go back through that door but it's too late now
Neon lights, liquor stores, whore houses, church steeples
I drift through the city lost among the people
Four walls and a cheap hotel
On the outskirts of another dying town
I lay awake I remember so well
That night it all came crashing down
Writer/s: TOM OVANS
