by John Hiatt on album The Open Road

Shrunken head and Mardi Gras beads* Hanging on a rearview mirror that bleeds Keepin' her eyes on the open road No tellin' where that son-a bitch goes Got her doors locked doin' 75 Don&

by John Hiatt on album Miscellaneous

Shrunken head and Mardi Gras beads Hangin' on a rear view mirror that bleeds Keepin' her eyes on the open road No tellin' where that son a bitch goes Got her doors locked, doin' 75 Don't care to be c

by John Hiatt on album Chronicles: John Hiatt

Maybe your mama didn't treat you right, Maybe her intentions weren't even very good Maybe my daddy lay awake at night Imagining himself in some other neighborhood Left to our own devices Like maybe t

by John Hiatt on album The Open Road

Haulin', I'm haulin' Fort Smith to Louisville I'm gonna see my baby See my baby with time to kill Well, I'm flyin', flyin' No one on the road tonight My radar detector's not buzzin' No eighteen wheel

by John Hiatt on album The Open Road

My baby puts her hairspray on Lit the cigarette in her mouth Takes her fingernail polish off Speedin' down some rural route Got a carburetor so leaned out I think she's burnin' Pam I'm the son of a l

by John Hiatt on album The Open Road

Well, I don't need a reason that I find your love so pleasin' I know you can carry me back home Been out in the wilderness I could use a little tenderness Baby, I know you can carry me back home And

by John Hiatt on album The Open Road

Keep an eye on my blind spots There's too many Keep lookin' for some light But there isn't any Was top dead center, baby Now my motor's gone soft I used to roll through here like a freight train But

by John Hiatt on album The Open Road

I cheated on my love I cheated on my taxes Burned bridges, ground axes I stole cars, I stole dope Left scars, killed hope What kind of man do you think I am, babe? One twist and I'd do it all again,

by John Hiatt on album The Open Road

I'm sorry, babe I was trying to leave the black dog home Oh, I'm sorry, baby I was tryin' to leave the black dog home Well, I'm sorry, baby I was tryin' to leave the black dog home But it followed me

by John Hiatt on album The Open Road

I'll see my mother again I know I see her everywhere I go Sometimes I see my father too Pourin' over blue prints that he drew He made his way with sweat and brains So I could ride this first class tr

by John Hiatt on album The Definitive Collection (1987-1994)

Maybe your mama didn't treat you right, Maybe her intentions weren't even very good Maybe my daddy lay awake at night Imagining himself in some other neighborhood Left to our own devices Like maybe t

by John Hiatt on album The Open Road

Well, I jumped so high Knocked the table over Thought I saw a ghost Come out of the clover She lived in this house Forty odd years or so She was buried in the back With the English and the natives Sl

by John Hiatt on album The Open Road

Kickin' and screamin' Only way I learn I'm afraid of my own shadow Not the bridge around the turn Well, I lost myself and found myself While you were kissin' ass And I know it's not your nature Just

by John Hiatt on album The Open Road

Other half of last night's cigar Couple of Pop-Tarts Cold cup of coffee, there's a fine new start I'm gonna find you if it breaks my heart Tail wind and God willin' I don't even know anymore If anyth

by John Hiatt on album Slow Turning

Maybe your mama didn't treat you right, Maybe her intentions weren't even very good Maybe my daddy lay awake at night Imagining himself in some other neighborhood Left to our own devices Like maybe t

by John Hiatt on album Chronicles

Maybe your mama didn't treat you right, Maybe her intentions weren't even very good Maybe my daddy lay awake at night Imagining himself in some other neighborhood Left to our own devices Like maybe t

by John Hiatt on album Slow Turning

Maybe your mama didn't treat you right, Maybe her intentions weren't even very good Maybe my daddy lay awake at night Imagining himself in some other neighborhood Left to our own devices Like maybe t

by John Hiatt on album Slow Turning

Maybe your mama didn't treat you right, Maybe her intentions weren't even very good Maybe my daddy lay awake at night Imagining himself in some other neighborhood Left to our own devices Like maybe t

by John Hiatt on album Slow Turning

Maybe your mama didn't treat you right, Maybe her intentions weren't even very good Maybe my daddy lay awake at night Imagining himself in some other neighborhood Left to our own devices Like maybe t

by John Hiatt on album Slow Turning

Maybe your mama didn't treat you right, Maybe her intentions weren't even very good Maybe my daddy lay awake at night Imagining himself in some other neighborhood Left to our own devices Like maybe t