Lyrics
This road may flood tonight.
If I heard the weatherman right...
I ain't seen a cloud in sight
the whole damn day.
There ain't a soul in this old coal town.
It's quiet on the courthouse grounds,
just empty cars with windows down --
I guess it's on its way.
May have to get myself a boat,
a couple paddles and a good raincoat,
dig myself out the deepest moat.
Keep it all at bay.
And last time it rained, I didn't sleep for weeks
worrying on those rising creeks,
gravel bars and busted beach,
and mountains made of slate.
Guess you could say it's been a haunted life.
I use to have a Christian wife
and I lost her like a pocket knife
sliding down the bank.
But you know, this road's been a pretty good friend.
I've drove it every night since then.
I run her 'round every bend,
never sure if I'm awake.
And it's a heartache.
Nothing but a heartache.
Hits you when it's too late,
hits you when you're down.
And it's a fool's game.
Nothing but a fool's game.
Standing in this cold rain,
dancing like a clown.
Joey Ian Noe, Ronnie Scott, Steve Wolfe
Universal Music Publishing Group