Lyrics

Willie Back Road Sunday
M.Miller, Z. Steele
8/6/2001

I.
Driving down a dirt road on a hot Texas Sunday
The windows rolled down just a bumming around with my buddy
There ain?t a damned thing to do in this town of Granger
So we turn up the radio to the Red-Headed Stranger

II.
Now we played Crazy all the way to Kansas City
And then we thought we?d head south with Georgia on our Minds
Just like the train in The City of New Orleans
We were The Highwaymen, and On The Road Again

Chorus
And he sang Mamma?s Don?t Let Your Babies Grow up to be Cowboy?s
Ah but Cowboys are what My Heroes Have Always Been
And Ain?t it Funny How Time Slips Away
When you?re driving along on a Willie back road Sunday

III.
Now while in Georgia, I met a Spanish Angel
But I left her Blue Eyes just a Cryin? in the Rain
And every time I leave a Good Hearted Woman
I just turn up the bottle to the Whiskey River again

IV.
But it?s a great day to be Living Here in the Promise Land
So turn up the radio and put the truck on cruise
We?ll drink some Shiner?s once we get on in to Luckenbach
And then we?ll listen to Willie sing those Milk Cow Blues

Repeat Chorus

Tag
Said Ain?t it Funny How Time Slips Away
When you?re driving along on a Willie back road Sunday