This lyric is: #285

Fifty miles out of Paradise
(c)2001 - Jeff O'Kelley

Fifty miles out of Paradise, running low on gas and beer
I need to find some kind of sign to bring me home from here
It's getting dark, the roads are wet, so cold I can see my breath
And I haven't seen another car for hours on end

I've been rolling down this highway in my '69 Cadillac
Picking up pieces as they fall off
East and west, north and south I need a compass to help me out
Cause I can't tell which way I've been; I'm lost again

Cigarettes and alcohol, the only things that keep me up
There ain’t nothing on the dial, some old Jayhawks melody in my head
Did you get the card I sent, I know that it's not much
I just wanted you to know, I'd rather be at home in my bed

So I keep rolling down this highway in my '69 Cadillac
Picking up pieces as they fall off
East and west, north and south I need a compass to help me out
I can't tell which way I've been; just lost again

From a payphone in Baton Rouge I tried to call you
But all I get from on this long distance line is ring, ring, ring

So I'm just rolling down the highway in my '69 Cadillac
Picking up pieces as they fall off
East and west, north and south I need a compass to help me out
I can't tell which way I've been; just lost again


[This message has been edited by blakeh (edited 09-02-2002).]

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