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Jim White - Static On The Radio
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Jim White - 10 Miles To Go On a 9 Mile Road
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Jim White - A Perfect Day To Chase Tornados
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Jim White - A Town Called Amen
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Jim White - Alabama Chrome
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Jim White - Angel-land
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Jim White - Blindly We Go
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Jim White - Bluebird
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Jim White - Book Of Angels
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Jim White - Borrowed Wings
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Jim White - Bound To Forget
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Jim White - Burn The River Dry
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Jim White - Buzzards Of Love
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Jim White - Christmas Day
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Jim White - Combing My Hair In a Brand New Style
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Jim White - Corvair
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Jim White - Counting Numbers in the Air
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Jim White - Crash into the Sun
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Jim White - Diamonds to Coal
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Jim White - Fruit of the Vine
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Jim White - Ghost-town Of My Brain
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Jim White - God Was Drunk When He Made Me
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Jim White - Handcuffed To a Fence In Mississippi
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Jim White - Heaven Of My Heart
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Jim White - Hey! You Going My Way?
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Jim White - If Jesus Drove a Motor Home
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Jim White - Jailbird
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Jim White - King Of The Road
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Jim White - Land Called Home
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Jim White - Long Long Day
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Jim White - Love That Never Fails
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Jim White - Objects In Motion
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Jim White - Phone Booth In Heaven
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Jim White - Pieces of Heaven
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Jim White - Plywood Superman
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Jim White - Stranger Candy
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Jim White - Take Me Away
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Jim White - That Girl From Brownsville Texas
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Jim White - The Wound That Never Heals
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Jim White - Turquoise House
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Jim White - Wrong Kind Of Love
Hey! You Going My Way?
Jim White
Bus stop rain...busted power train..got a broke down '69 LTD...
I hocked my tools...to buy my brain...a funeral wreath...from the FTD
Blank billboards on the highway of life. Counterfeit bills in the neon lights.
This stick-shift driven saw-dust dream, show-biz sho' ain't what it seems.
Little hipster dufus with the guitar in a coffin. I been copping his licks about every so often.
Then I flip-flop, go the other way...
I rip off the dude where the colored girls say; doo-doo-do-doo-doo-do-doo-doo-do-do-doooo-dooooo
See, I cut my teeth on the white lines of life's endless lonesome highways.
Taking stock in the horizon... shouting at every fool that come my way---
"HEY!" I been shouting,
"HEY! Can you gimme a ride? Are you going my way?"
"HEY! Can you gimme a ride? Someone gimme a ride!"
but ain't no one going my way.
Now downtown they got the prison of shame.
See the castaways of the Hollywood game?
Tricked out whores with invisible pains.
Cardboard people, dancing in the rain...
to the same old tune, circling like a vulture with the busted juke-box of the popular culture.
If it ain't got a beat, they won't put you on the street.
Heavy on the bass, light on the feet.
I meet the street poets in the bummed out bars.
I hum my single as I jingle down the
"Walk Of Stars"
with the geeks and the freaks and the crooks and the hookers---
the burn-outs of life's pressure cookers.
Now, these are my people, my church without a steeple,
and though I never waste a tissue on an incidental issue,
still I sympathize, 'cause I realize when I see the sorrow in their eyes.
'Cause I cut my teeth on the white lines of life's endless lonesome highways.
Taking stock in the horizon... shouting at every fool that come my way---
"HEY!" I been shouting,
"HEY! Can you gimme a ride? Are you going my way?"
"HEY! Can you gimme a ride? Someone gimme a ride!"
but ain't no one going my way.
Now in the field of my mind
I'm plowing the topsoil of my memory.
Digging up bones and skeletones--- rusty relics from my past.
Gotta put a new shine on the twists of time, redefine this old cemetery...
Clear out the weeds, sow new seeds, sure I'm scared, but still I'm gonna carry on.
'Cause never did a body find their way home without showing first firm as a stone
the conviction, the strength the courage that it takes to make a journey start
For you got to be true, you got to be strong,
'specially when the long road home
leads smack through the smoking ruins of your broken heart.And I know.
'Cause I cut my teeth on the white lines of life's endless lonesome highway...
Taking stock in the horizon...shouting at every fool that come my way---
"HEY!" I been shouting,
"HEY! Can you gimme a ride? Are you going my way?"
"HEY! Can you gimme a ride? Someone gimme a ride!"
but ain't no one going my way.