Non Stop on the Blacktop
by b. f.

Hands on the wheel my baby she’s a sleepin’

Stars thrown across the sky got me dreamin’

Sold everything and what we couldn’t give away…

Ran through the valley like a gypsy gone astray

It feels good…It feels right… to leave your mundane world behind…
Let your head hit the pillow where the motorized villa decide…

Old things breakin’ make us come to a halt.

So we got our heads together on the hot asphalt.

In a minute or tw o we’ll have her fired on up…yeah

I got a casa on wheels yellin’ gitty on up.

It feels good…It feels right… to leave your mundane world behind…
and let your head hit the pillow where the motorized villa decide…

(Lead guitar)

Well..No more boss, no more bills, jumped off the old grind broke treadmill.
No more ‘hood screamin’ H.O.A.
No one should ever have to live that way…

On any given moment we’ll be rollin’ down the long plain…

and catch a tree for cover when the sky kicks a hard rain.

False hope strung us but we broke from all the wrong ties.

and now we take it hand to mouth bitin' truth instead of bad lies. 

It feels good…It feels right.. to leave your mundane world behind
Let your head hit the pillow where the motorized villa decide…

Let your head hit the pillow where the motorized villa decide…


Nonstop on the Blacktop

Cigar Store Indians