We were in a country sorta mood, so here are two songs from Mile Marker 383...
Telephone Road is ten miles long
Fifty car lots and a hundred honky-tonks
Jukebox blastin' and the beer bottles ring
Jimmy banging on a pinball machine
Come on come on come on let's go
This ain't Louisiana
Your Mama won't know
Come on come on come on let's go
Everybody's rockin' out on Telephone Road
and...
I got sixteen days
one for every time I've gone away
one for every time I should have stayed
you should have worn my wedding ring
I got sixteen days
fifteen of those are nights
can't sleep when the bed sheet fights
its way back to your side
the ghost has got me running
the ghost has got me running
away from you, away from you, away from you.
I've got both of these tee shirts... bein' as how I spent a couple o' few weeks in Houston in the way-back and then there's that "16 Days" thang, about which: yeah. Several times.
Telephone road is now more cantina than honky tonk althogh I have had a few pops at Rosie's back in the day. It still exists if I am not mistaken. IT has changed a lot in the last few years.
ReplyDeleteWe used to rock out (hillbilly rock) to Guitar Town while working in our cafe. I can't listen to Steve Earle without wanting to make enchiladas. Fun times.
ReplyDeleteBC: Do ya mean "cantina" in the upscale sense or Hispanic sense?
ReplyDeleteLou: I came to Earle later in life (read as: my "on the road" days in Tejas) and listening to him just makes me wanna drink beer.