Вершы:
John Hiatt Open Road

I'm sorry, babe I was trying to leave the black dog home Oh, I'm sorry, baby I was tryin' to leave the black dog home Well, I'm sorry, baby I was tryin

Keep an eye on my blind spots There's too many Keep lookin' for some light But there isn't any Was top dead center, baby Now my motor's gone soft I used

Kickin' and screamin' Only way I learn I'm afraid of my own shadow Not the bridge around the turn Well, I lost myself and found myself While you were

My baby puts her hairspray on Lit the cigarette in her mouth Takes her fingernail polish off Speedin' down some rural route Got a carburetor so leaned

Well, I jumped so high Knocked the table over Thought I saw a ghost Come out of the clover She lived in this house Forty odd years or so She was buried

now, dead or alive Seen enough to kill anyone's soul Keepin' her eyes on the open road Keepin' her eyes on the open road The open road where the hopeless

I'm sorry babe I was trying to leave the black dog home Oh I'm sorry baby I was tryin' to leave the black dog home Well I'm sorry baby I was tryin'

Haulin', I'm haulin' Fort Smith to Louisville I'm gonna see my baby See my baby with time to kill Well, I'm flyin', flyin' No one on the road tonight

I'll see my mother again I know I see her everywhere I go Sometimes I see my father too Pourin' over blueprints that he drew He made his way with sweat