All right.
She was born in a brownstone
turn of the century, woke up flat
He was lookin' pretty
when blowin' down
I'm dirty when I crossed his track
I was a stranger, didn't know much
I didn't walk the walk
And he gave me a smile
that his eyes never touched
He said, we gotta have a talk
See, there's a whole lotta ways
of seein' these things
From the outside lookin' in
If you wanna get along,
gotta walk down the line
The line is long and thin
You try to make it plain, easy rider
They're gonna carry you out
You wanna play it like a six -gun fighter
See what it's all about
Down on Ogallala Boulevard
On the corner of Mer cy Street
Down on Ovalada Boulevard
Where the livin' is short and sweet
Down on Ovalada Boulevard
Way down
Down on Ovalada Boulevard
Well I might have been a nobody
Might have been young
Might have been a little bit green
But I knew that my mama's
favorite song's
never ever gonna make that scene, no
You try to make it play it easy, right?
They're gonna carry you out
You wanna play it like a six -gun fighter
See what it's all about
Down on Ogallala Boulevard
On the corner of Mer cy Street
Down on Old Atlanta Boulevard
Where the livin' is short and sweet
Down on Old Atlanta Boulevard
Way down
Down on Old Atlanta Boulevard
Way down
There's a time to turn and
walk away
There's a time to get
where you're going
If I learn one single thing
from him that day
Just keep your head in the air and see
Just where the wind is blowing
Down on the line of Boulevard
On the corner of Mer cy
Street
Way down, down on
the lot of butterflies
Way down, down on
the lot of butterflies
Way the line of butterflies
Way down, down on the line of butterflies