Twenty miles left to the show 
 Hello, my old country, hello 
 Stars are just beginning to appear 
 And I have never in my life before been here 
    And it's my heart, not me, who cannot drive 
 At which conclusion you arrived 
 Watching me sit here bolt upright and cry 
 For no good reason at the Eastering sky   
 And the tilt of this strange nation 
 And the will to remain for the duration 
 Waving the flag 
 Feeling it drag   
 Like a bump on a bump on a log, baby 
 Like I'm in a fist fight with a fog, baby 
 Step-ball-change and a pirouette 
 And I regret, I regret   
 How I said to you: Honey, just open your heart 
 When I've got trouble even opening a honey jar 
 And that right there is where we are   
 And I been 'fessing double fast 
 Addressing questions nobody asked 
 I'll get this joy off of my chest at last 
 And I will love you till the noise has long since passed   
 And I did not mean to shout, just drive 
 Just get us out, dead or alive 
 A road too long to mention, lord, it's something to see! 
 Laid down by the good intentions paving company   
 All the way to the thing we've been playing at, darlin' 
 I can see that you're wearing your staying hat, darlin' 
 For the time being all is well 
 Won't you love me a spell?   
 This is blindness beyond all conceiving 
 Well, behind us the road is leaving, yeah, leaving 
 And falling back 
 Like a rope gone slack   
 Well, I saw straight away that the lay was steep 
 But I fell for you, honey, as easy as falling asleep 
 And that right there is the course I keep   
 And no amount of talking 
 Is going to soften the fall 
 But, like after the rain, step out 
 Of the overhang, that's all   
 It had a nice a ring to it 
 When the ol' opry house rang 
 So with a solemn auld lang 
 Signed, sealed, delivered, I sang   
 And there is hesitation 
 And it always remains 
 Concerning you, me 
 And the rest of the gang   
 And in our quiet hour 
 I feel I see everything 
 And am in love with the hook 
 Upon which everyone hangs   
 And I know you meant to show the extent 
 To which you gave a goddang 
 You ranged real hot and real cold but I'm sold 
 I am home on that range   
 And I do hate to fold 
 Right here at the top of my game 
 When I've been trying with my whole heart and soul 
 To stay right here in the right lane   
 But it can make you feel over and old 
 Lord, you know it's a shame 
 When I only want for you to pull over and hold me 
 Till I can't remember my own name