Текст песни Return of the Grievous Angel - Counting Crows

Won′t you scratch my itch sweet Annie Rich,
And welcome me back to town,
Come out on your porch or I'll step into your parlor,
And I′ll show you how it all went down,
Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels,
And a good saloon in every single town,
And I remember something you once told me,
And I'll be damned if it did not come true,
Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down,
And they all lead me straight back home to you,
So I headed west to grow up with the country,
Out across those prairies with the waves of grain,
And I saw my devil and I saw my deep blue sea,
And I thought about a calico bonnet from Cheyenne to Tennessee.
We flew straight across that river bridge,
Last night at half past two,
The switch man wave his lantern goodbye, good day,
As we went rolling through,
Billboards and truck stops pass by the grievous angel,
And now I know just what I have to do,
And the man on the radio won't leave me alone,
He wants to take my money for something,
That I′ve never been shown,
And I saw my devil and I saw my deep blue sea,
And I thought about a calico bonnet from Cheyenne to Tennessee.
The news I could bring I met up with the king,
His head an amphetamine crown,
Talked about unbuckling that old Bible belt,
And lighted out for some desert town,
Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels,
And a good saloon in every single town,
Oh, and I remember something you once told me,
And I′ll be damned if it did not come true,
Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down,
And they all lead me straight back home to you,
Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down,
And they all lead me straight back home to you.