Clay Pigeons
I'm goin' down to the Greyhound station
I'm gonna buy a ticket to ride
Gonna find that lady with two or three kids
And sit down by her side
Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me
'Bout two or three times
Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat
Play my song to the people I meet
And get along with it all
Where the people say y'all
Sing a song with a friend
Change the shape that I'm in
And get back in the game and start playin' again
I'd like to stay
But I might have to go and start over again
Might go back to Texas
And maybe some place that I've never been
Get up in the mornin' and go out at night
And I won't have to go home
Get used to bein' alone
Change the words to this song, and start singin' again
I'm tired of runnin' 'round
Lookin' for answers to questions that I already know
I could build me a castle of memories
Just to have some place to go
Count the days and the nights
It takes to get back in the saddle again
Feed the pigeons some clay
Turn the night into day
And start talkin' again when I know what to say
I'm goin' down to the Greyhound station
I'm gonna buy a ticket to ride
I'm gonna find that lady with two or three kids
And sit down by her side
Ride until the sun comes up and down around me
'Bout two or three times
Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat
Sing a song to the people I meet
And get along with it all
Where the people say y'all
Feed the pigeons some clay
Turn the night into day
And start talkin' again when I know what to say
I'm gonna buy a ticket to ride
Gonna find that lady with two or three kids
And sit down by her side
Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me
'Bout two or three times
Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat
Play my song to the people I meet
And get along with it all
Where the people say y'all
Sing a song with a friend
Change the shape that I'm in
And get back in the game and start playin' again
I'd like to stay
But I might have to go and start over again
Might go back to Texas
And maybe some place that I've never been
Get up in the mornin' and go out at night
And I won't have to go home
Get used to bein' alone
Change the words to this song, and start singin' again
I'm tired of runnin' 'round
Lookin' for answers to questions that I already know
I could build me a castle of memories
Just to have some place to go
Count the days and the nights
It takes to get back in the saddle again
Feed the pigeons some clay
Turn the night into day
And start talkin' again when I know what to say
I'm goin' down to the Greyhound station
I'm gonna buy a ticket to ride
I'm gonna find that lady with two or three kids
And sit down by her side
Ride until the sun comes up and down around me
'Bout two or three times
Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat
Sing a song to the people I meet
And get along with it all
Where the people say y'all
Feed the pigeons some clay
Turn the night into day
And start talkin' again when I know what to say
Credits
Writer(s): Michael David Fuller
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