Shells on the Blacktop
Waking up to the early morning sun
As the rooster crows, the day's just begun
There's Sweat on my brow, ache in my bones
Hurry the day on by because that's the way it goes
I poured a whiskey glass with my callused hands
Asked myself could I be a better man
Tried to open up and speak, but they won't understand
It's all inside of me, that's just the way I am
I drove my old accord on the open road
Blasting California Love, like we did when we were young
Thinking back to those times, when we were growing up
Before your father sins, before, those empty shell on the blacktop, those empty shells
those empty shells on the blacktop, those empty shells, those empty
There's a black crow sitting on the lamppost out in the street
I looked into it's eyes, saw death staring back at me
As I sit here strumming my six string, back against a tree
Something pulls me in, like the tide to the sea
I drove my old accord on the open road
Blasting California Love, like we did when we were young
Thinking back to those times, when we were growing up
Before your father sins, before
I memorized the photographs, hmm
The very few that I have, hmm
Howling like a wolf on a full moon night
Cursing out to the sky
I drove my old accord on the open road
Blasting California Love, like we did when we were young
Thinking back to those times, when we were growing up
Before your father sins, before, those empty shell on the blacktop, those empty shells
those empty shells on the blacktop, those empty shells, those empty shells
As the rooster crows, the day's just begun
There's Sweat on my brow, ache in my bones
Hurry the day on by because that's the way it goes
I poured a whiskey glass with my callused hands
Asked myself could I be a better man
Tried to open up and speak, but they won't understand
It's all inside of me, that's just the way I am
I drove my old accord on the open road
Blasting California Love, like we did when we were young
Thinking back to those times, when we were growing up
Before your father sins, before, those empty shell on the blacktop, those empty shells
those empty shells on the blacktop, those empty shells, those empty
There's a black crow sitting on the lamppost out in the street
I looked into it's eyes, saw death staring back at me
As I sit here strumming my six string, back against a tree
Something pulls me in, like the tide to the sea
I drove my old accord on the open road
Blasting California Love, like we did when we were young
Thinking back to those times, when we were growing up
Before your father sins, before
I memorized the photographs, hmm
The very few that I have, hmm
Howling like a wolf on a full moon night
Cursing out to the sky
I drove my old accord on the open road
Blasting California Love, like we did when we were young
Thinking back to those times, when we were growing up
Before your father sins, before, those empty shell on the blacktop, those empty shells
those empty shells on the blacktop, those empty shells, those empty shells
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Writer(s): Liam Sharkey
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