Now when me and the boys start drinkin', we start talkin' Swappin' stories 'bout all the wild women we know When the conversation turns, to you, baby
So long I'm outa here runnin' on fumes but I know just where I can breathe some life back in these weary bones Too long this old town's been wearin'
Waitin' at a stoplight yesterday As a funeral precession made its way Through the gates I watched it roll up a windin' road Through the field of green
Colorado, two days ago, took my chances on some icy roads Hoping to warm my heart down in Alabama Trailway station, Birmingham, still no answer and it
These days I'm layin' low in San Diego, and you know that's where the sun shines all the time But every now and then I get the bad jones to go home, so
You and me were two roads never bending, yeah we crossed some rocky ground We could have made some smoother landings, but somehow we're still around
This is the back door to my heart, oh but don't you tell a soul That I've given you the key to these rooms inside of me Don't you let nobody know This
Got laid of from work today, boss man says they're shuttin' down the line Said the trains moved too slow, they can't keep up with the time Guess I'll
Some judge a man by the way he shakes a hand, and if he looks them in the eye By the way he keeps his cool,the way he treats a fool, and all the things
There's a light on in the kitchen, again she's sittin' up Crossword's on the table, coffee in the cup She finds another word for waiting as he pulls into
I was looking for America in a western movie, Saw a young gunslinger with something to prove And I came looking, like anybody else Came searching, like
Now when me and the boys start drinkin', we start talkin' Swappin' stories about all the wild women we've known When the conversation turns, to you baby
If you're waitin' on me to buy you a diamond ring, A white picket fence and everything that the good life brings Honey I'd love to give you all those
Vertaling: John Corbett. Back Door.
Vertaling: John Corbett. Goed om te gaan.
