Lyrics Six Days On The Road - 1973 Live Version - Gram Parsons

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Well, I pulled out of Pittsburgh rolling down the Eastern seaboard
Got my diesel wound up, and she's a-running like never before
There's a speed trap ahead alright, but I don't see a cop in sight
Six days on the road, and I'm gonna make it home tonight

I got ten forward gears and a Georgia overdrive
I'm takin' little white pills and my eyes stay opened wide, yes they do
I just passed a Jimmy in white
I been a-passing everything in sight
Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight

Well, it seems like a month since I kissed my baby bye-bye
I could have a lotta women, but I'm not like some other guys
I could find me one to hold me tight
But I could never make believe it's allr ight
Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight

Well, the FBI is a-checkin' on down the line
Now, I'm a little overweight, and my log book's way behind
But nothing bothers me tonight, I can dodge all the scales alright
Six days on the road, and I'm gonna make it home tonight

My rig's a little old, but that don't mean she's slow
I've got a flame from her stack, and the smoke stack is black as coal
My hometown's a-coming in sight
And if you think I'm happy, you're right
Six days on the road, and I'm gonna make it home tonight
Six days on the road, and I'm gonna make it home tonight

Thank you very much, thank you
Gram Parsons "Fallen angels
Gram Parsons with "Fallen Angels"
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