East of the Sunrise
Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
I know all about those big-city women
I know what goes on in those back rooms at night
A handsome young man with his wallet in his hand
Can get by on a wink and a smile
I can prey on the urban romantics
Weeping haiku over café au lait
I can load up the truck when things start to heat up
And if the waitresses beg me to stay
I'll say look for my tail lights
East of the sunrise
You don't understand ma'am
I'm way too much man for such a civilized life
Listen for bloodhounds
West of the sundown
Don't get me wrong
But there's things going on out there
You and I know nothing about
Well there's way too much money in Dallas
I feel obliged to set some of it free
I might leave part of my heart down in Texas
But I'll take a shitload of Texas with me
Maybe I'll marry a billionaire's daughter
Become an embarrassment out at the club
I'll start in on the gin by Eleven AM
And when my in-laws start getting fed up
I'll say look for my tail lights
East of the sunrise
I don't give a damn, ma'am
I'm way too much man (woah, oh)
For your brand of sanitized life (oh, oh)
Listen for bloodhounds
West of the sundown
Don't get me wrong
But there's things going on out there
You and I know nothing about
Well I can knock over banks out in the Bad Lands
And start up my own band of thieves on the run
Disappearing into the desert at night
Building campfires and polishing guns
Living off biscuits and jerky
Whiskey and twisted cigars
Falling in love with my hostage
And being glamorized by fools with guitars, singing
Look for my tail lights
East of the sunrise
No thank you, ma'am
I've got some awful big living (woah, oh, oh, oh)
To cram into such a small life
Listen for bloodhounds
West of the sundown
Don't get me wrong
But there's things going on out there
You and I know nothing about
Nothing about
Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho
Hm-hm-hm-hm-hm-hm-hm-hm-hm-hm
Well if I ever do make it back home again
I probably won't be alive
Tell my mother and father I missed them
And kiss all my sisters and brothers goodbye
Bury me out on the trinity plain
Where the clay is carnation red
Plant a muscadine vine
Where my footstone should lie
And a halo of pines at my head
And look for my tail lights
East of the sunrise
You never did understand
I was way too much man (woah, oh, oh, oh)
For such a tiny little life
Look for a dust cloud
West of the sundown
Don't get me wrong
But there's things going on out there
You might want to find out about
Ho-ho-ho
Ho-ho-ho
Woo-hoo-oo-oo-oo
Ho-ho-ho
Ho-ho-ho
Woo-hoo-oo-oo-oo
I know all about those big-city women
I know what goes on in those back rooms at night
A handsome young man with his wallet in his hand
Can get by on a wink and a smile
I can prey on the urban romantics
Weeping haiku over café au lait
I can load up the truck when things start to heat up
And if the waitresses beg me to stay
I'll say look for my tail lights
East of the sunrise
You don't understand ma'am
I'm way too much man for such a civilized life
Listen for bloodhounds
West of the sundown
Don't get me wrong
But there's things going on out there
You and I know nothing about
Well there's way too much money in Dallas
I feel obliged to set some of it free
I might leave part of my heart down in Texas
But I'll take a shitload of Texas with me
Maybe I'll marry a billionaire's daughter
Become an embarrassment out at the club
I'll start in on the gin by Eleven AM
And when my in-laws start getting fed up
I'll say look for my tail lights
East of the sunrise
I don't give a damn, ma'am
I'm way too much man (woah, oh)
For your brand of sanitized life (oh, oh)
Listen for bloodhounds
West of the sundown
Don't get me wrong
But there's things going on out there
You and I know nothing about
Well I can knock over banks out in the Bad Lands
And start up my own band of thieves on the run
Disappearing into the desert at night
Building campfires and polishing guns
Living off biscuits and jerky
Whiskey and twisted cigars
Falling in love with my hostage
And being glamorized by fools with guitars, singing
Look for my tail lights
East of the sunrise
No thank you, ma'am
I've got some awful big living (woah, oh, oh, oh)
To cram into such a small life
Listen for bloodhounds
West of the sundown
Don't get me wrong
But there's things going on out there
You and I know nothing about
Nothing about
Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho
Hm-hm-hm-hm-hm-hm-hm-hm-hm-hm
Well if I ever do make it back home again
I probably won't be alive
Tell my mother and father I missed them
And kiss all my sisters and brothers goodbye
Bury me out on the trinity plain
Where the clay is carnation red
Plant a muscadine vine
Where my footstone should lie
And a halo of pines at my head
And look for my tail lights
East of the sunrise
You never did understand
I was way too much man (woah, oh, oh, oh)
For such a tiny little life
Look for a dust cloud
West of the sundown
Don't get me wrong
But there's things going on out there
You might want to find out about
Ho-ho-ho
Ho-ho-ho
Woo-hoo-oo-oo-oo
Ho-ho-ho
Ho-ho-ho
Woo-hoo-oo-oo-oo
Credits
Writer(s): Jeff Holmes
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