Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy, out in the back seat of my '60 Chevy. Workin' on mysteries without any clues, workin' on our night moves.

Here comes old Rosie she's looking mighty fine, here comes hot Nancy she's steppin' right on time. There go the street lights bringing on the night, here come the men faces hidden from the light.

When I try to write I try to write something different every time. That's the challenge.

I guess I lost my way, there were so many roads. I was living to run, and running to live, never worried about paying or even how much I owed.

Tell them we'll be dancing, dancing 'til we drop, it's time to get down and do the Horizontal Bop.

I've never been unhappy with Capitol. Not really. They've been really good by me.

Here I am, on the road again. There I am, up on the stage. Here I go, playing star again. There I go, turn the page.