Tele, he's the one he knows what to say. Knows how to find his own way. He knows the roads by night and by doorways But watching the light in a hall. Won't change a thing or say at all. What it
. What with the rain and the soft swampy land. By the sweet honeysuckle that grew all around. Were switches when we were bad I took a bus to Baton Rouge. I took a bus to Baton Rouge All the front rooms
One more night, one more show. Four down, eighty-four to go. This ain't no time for moving slow Greenville to Baton Rouge. I'll call you up when I get through. The life I live is the life I
stoppin' every twenty miles. Callin' Baton Rouge A replay of last night's events. Roll through my mind. Except a scene or two. Erased by sweet red wine. And I see a truck stop sign ahead. So I change
Rouge. Etc. ,. . All the front rooms were kept closed off. I never liked to go in there much. Sometimes the doors they'd be locked. 'Cause there were precious things I couldn't touch. . The
