I looked for the red
dirt ramblers one day,
but a red sundown made me late.
Sometimes there's an
other time.
Disappointment talked up as fate.
Somewhere on the road west of Clayton,
a hawk sits on the wire and waits.
Come on you rounders,
come on you rounders,
Come on you grounders,
the neon is half -lit again
So check into Motel 10
I've never seen clouds billow as much
As I saw in the Colorado sky
I never had such an old crush
Until I looked in your eyes
Again so soon
Like the sigh of a lone
I have to let out and die
Come on, you rounders,
come on, you rounders,
come on, you rounders,
the neon is half lit again.
Yeah, I hitched a Brute 1 -2
He said, Eureka's a weird town
When we were held up in
Poughkeepsie,
can't remember how many we downed
And an angel slipped me
a five -spot out there, not a sound
I found it on the ground
Come on you rounders,
come on you rounders
Come on you rounders,
the neon is half lit again
Checkin' the motel's bill
Now there's lots of scramblin'
and scramblin' lots
And no one knows who's gettin' paid
Out there in ground zero
Behind her comes the Harvest Parade
From the Bronx to Splitville
Hey there, Greybeard Man
The boys are drinkin' forties in the shade
Yee -haw to your lady
Yodlee, yodlee, yodlee, yodlee
Wood grain, plywood, a sink and a fan
And the theme is hung on a tag
All of it, all a lump for Sid and Casey
Too weary to unpack
And I don't know what it's gonna take
To keep his train on the track
Come on you rounders
Come on you rounders
Come on you rounders
The neon is on land again
To check -in to Motel Bend