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Desolation Angels Lyrics

Album Name : Under the Table and Above the Sun
Release Date : 2006-01-01
Song Duration : 5:10

Reckless Kelly Desolation Angels


I saw the same old streets for far too long
I put the rubber on the road
I left it all behind
And now paid with memories
Those streets are long since gone
Rubber on the road & the blood inside

And I've been around this land of opportunity
The road is hard and it don’t offer up immunity
I've rode this country hard, from sea to shining sea
I've shared a dance with Lady Liberty

I broke down despite my prayers
Full tilt and half the way
The rubber on the road & the blood inside
But I ain’t got far to go
I’ll leave ‘er where she lay
Keep the rubber on the road & the blood inside

Because wealth of matter has never made much sense to
me
And It’s bought a lot of souls and never has it set one
free
I shed a couple tears but never did I grieve
I walked away and left the keys

And I’ll ketch me the midnight ghost
We’ll roll down that Western Coast
Fields of green
Valleys of wine
St. Theresa, don’t you worry
We’ll make it on time

We’re there before we know
Just watch this Grey Ghost go
Steel on the tracks & the hammer down
Things used to move so slow
These days it’s roll man roll
Steel on the tracks & the hammer down

And it’s bound to take its toll
Out runnin’ wild and livin’ free
And I’ve done some growing up
But I never lost the child in me
We’re tossin’ dice at things
That might not ever be
All just to see what I can see, yea

And I’ll ketch me the midnight ghost
We’ll roll down that Western Coast
Fields of green
Valleys of wine
St. Theresa, don’t you worry
We’ll make it on time

Well I know that it can’t last
Someday this ride will stall
Rubber on the road & the blood inside
'Cause even mighty mountains
Someday might crumble & fall
Keep the rubber on the road & the blood inside

Finding out the hard way
Don’t leave school with much validity
And livin’ hand to mouth
Don’t leave room for much nobility
We know the end is near
But not when it will be
Or is it close enough to see, yea

And I’ll ketch me the midnight ghost
We’ll roll down that Western Coast
Fields of green
Carmel wine
St. Theresa, don’t you worry
St. Theresa, don’t you worry
St. Theresa, don’t you worry
We’ll make it on time



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