Little Rock

(album: Songs My Friends Wrote - 2022)

Wake up in the morning long and lean
Stopping at the corner cigarettes and gasoline
Pulling down mainstreet shifting through the gears
Rolling up that highway they've been working on for years
One eye on the sunrise, one eye on the clock
Come tomorrow morning, Lord, I'm gonna make it down to Little Rock

Well I've searched through L.A. County the valleys and the stars
Del Rio to the bayou all them honky-tonks and bars
I've felt you in Seattle driving through the rain
Ran through New York City just a-calling out your name
All these years of searching, I finally found my spot
One way or another, Lord, I'm gonna make it down to Little Rock

All my life found too hard to find
A piece of this Earth for my peace of mind
All these years of searching let my troubles disappear
Baby, find a place so we can sit and drink a beer

Half a pack in seven hours, boot up on the shelf
Singing to the radio and talking to myself
Screaming through the forest, magic on my soul
Ninety miles an hour on the cruise control
I'm blowing by the truckers, the grandmas and the cops
"What's your hurry son?" It's just that I'm on my way to Little Rock

Baby get ready trouble's on its way
Only thinking 'bout you every night and every day
Tell all your other lovers forget about the past
Ain't even gonna worry 'cus this time it's gonna last
I'm coming round the corner, ain't even gonna knock
Hey pretty baby, here comes your daddy down to Little Rock