Boro Boogie Pickers Alive
Runnin like a frieght train, rollin as fast as we
canOne more mountain, just around the bend
Soarin like an eagle, but never high, we'll never know
Well it's one more rest stop, then it's off to the show
We drove through the dark past, as many did
Still movin fast...
A lonesome shot of highways, but this one's gonna pass
Climbin on the last peak, and the last train, yeah
boarded down...
We found our destination, in this sorry little town...
HOPE...We make it home tonight
HOPE...We make it home alive, live, live...
So we started pickin, and the doorman, he winks an eye
We won the crowd approval, but still we gonna die
So I looked toward the dobro, and to the bass
He rang a note...
A blanket of sorrows, let's head on down the road...
Rollin like a frieght train, headed home, not lookin
back
The sheriff right behind us, he's ready to attack
Headin back a short cut, and the dirt roads
Will lead the way
Stop and rest the next town, before we gotta play
HOPE...We make it home tonight
HOPE...We make it home alive, live, live...
We found our ole homestead, and we found a place
To lay our heads
Yeah, no more pickin, for those cowboys again
We'll stick to the good ones and for a buck
We'll sing a song
Please will you excuse us, cuz we won't be stayin long
HOPE...We make it home tonight
HOPE...We make it home alive, live, live...