DOWN SOMEWHERE ROAD


VERSE

A RUSTED OUT CHASIS OF A SIXTY-NINE CHEVY
RESTED ON BLOCKS OUT BEHIND THE BARN
A LITTLE RED PAINT, SOME WEST TEXAS DUST
WAS ALL THAT KEPT HER FROM FALLIN’ APART
I SAT ON A SPLINTERED OLD APPLE CRATE, TURNED THE WHEEL AND CLOSED MY EYES
SHIFTED GEARS, POPPED THE CLUTCH, AND DISAPPEARED OUT OF SIGHT

CHORUS

DOWN SOMEWHERE ROAD NEVER LEAVIN’ MY BACK YARD
I SAW THE WORLD THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD OF MY CAR
MY DADDY CALLED HER A BUCKET OF BOLTS
SHE WAS A DREAM MACHINE TO AN EIGHT YEAR OLD
THERE WAS NOWHERE I COULDN’T GO
DOWN SOMEWHERE ROAD

VERSE

BOUGHT A MONKEY WRENCH AND A PHILLIPS SCREW DRIVER
I SWORE SOMEDAY THAT CAR WOULD RUN
WHEN I TURNED EIGHTEEN SHE PURRED LIKE A KITTEN
I PACKED MY BAGS SAID GOODBYE TO EVERYONE
JUMPED IN THE CAR, STRAPPED MYSELF IN, TOOK ONE LAST LOOK AROUND
TURNED THE KEY, STARTED TO SMILE, AND BURNED RUBBER OUT OF TOWN

CHORUS

DOWN SOMEWHERE ROAD I WAS LEAVIN’ MY BACK YARD
OFF TO SEE THE WORLD THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD OF MY CAR
MY DADDY CALLED HER A BUCKET OF BOLTS
SHE WAS A DREAM MACHINE TO AN EIGHTEEN YEAR OLD
THERE WAS NOWHERE I COULDN’T GO
DOWN SOMEWHERE ROAD

BRIDGE

I DROVE THE ROCKIES TO THE SMOKIES. NEVER ONCE LOOKED AT A MAP
DID ODD JOBS WHEN MY BELLY HIT EMPTY AND OLD RED NEEDED GAS.
SHE DIED IN HER SLEEP ONE COLD NIGHT IN TIAJUANA, MEXICO
I BOUGHT A ONE WAY TICKET ON A GREYHOUND BUS. I’D GONE AS FAR AS I COULD GO

CHORUS

DOWN SOMEWHERE ROAD. GOIN’ BACK TO MY BACK YARD
I CHASED THE WORLD THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD OF MY CAR
MY DADDY CALLED HER A BUCKET OF BOLTS
SHE WAS A DREAM MACHINE TO A TWENTY YEAR OLD 
THERE WAS NOWHERE I COULDN’T GO
DOWN SOMEWHERE ROAD
IT’S GOOD TO KNOW THERE’S HOME SWEET HOME
AND THE END OF SOMEWHERE ROAD
                                                                                                                   WRITER  BOB DELLAPOSTA