(Brandi Carlile/Bernie Taupin)
Just a little static
Breakin’ up the Beatles
AM wakeup Tuesday mornin’ tunes
It’s a turquoise-blue good mornin’
With the copper eagle flying
Whippin’ through the plains
North across the motel-rendezvous
You know me, I’m still a-movin’
Just as slow as ol’ molasses
Bacon cooked up good and crisp for gone
Moved in to Alabama
In a purple Firebird
Looking for some love
Looking for the words to write a song
As cheap as gas is here
I will look beyond my longing
The extra dollar doesn’t mean a damn
If I get clear of Jasper
And all this dixie thunder
I’ll get breakfast with brown eyes in Birmingham
Hippies on the shoulder
Yeah, they’re at a place hearabouts
They’re tie-dyed and golden-haired and free
All the motorcycle cowboys
Highway two-sixty-nine’ers
Pullin’ up the shades
And shuttin’ down the rebel history
Oh me, I’m still a-blowin’
Through the same old C-sharp harp
Old hymns and Arthur Alexander songs
Jakey Hess is up in Heaven
Together they’ll both be singin’
Singin’ with the Lord above you
Best be movin’ on
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