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Ghost On The Highway

by Lance Taylor with The Coal Men

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1.
When the sun has passed over and captured the day The dark clouds and shadows have all passed away And I by the wayside a hasty night camp Having slowed my speed off the last exit ramp And it's goodbye to those main street blues It's been all that it can be I'm leaving with nothing to lose So for now it's the backroads for me Now just the scrub brush and the scruffy side roads They might threaten many but wherever I go There for the evening the stars now my friends It's where I say my prayers and I get settled in And it's goodbye to that crooked game Time to find all that I've been denied If I stayed there than nothing would change So for now it's the backroads I ride It's adios mis amigos I'm out and I'm free Me and my thoughts and my who knows what be Tomorrow's tomorrow and there may be new friends There might be a guitar and the good time begins And it's goodbye to those old town streets I've locked up and turned out the light I've worn out that old concrete And I'm driving the backroads tonight I'm driving the backroads tonight And I'm singing a backroads goodbye
2.
Goin' up the road I'm gonna get away for the weekend Goin' to a place I ain't never ever been before I gotta get out of this little ol' town The endless nights are bringin' me down Goin' up the road I'm gonna get away for the weekend Goin' up the road it eases my troubled mind Gonna find me a place where there ain't nothin' but time Sit up high and gave out on the water I'm afraid to jump but maybe I oughta Goin' up the road it eases my troubled mind Memories they're sometimes hard to set free Lord knows my memory has plagued me When memories they haunt you son Ya gotta move on and make new ones Memories they're sometimes hard to set free Sittin' on a cliff-top overlooking lake Champlaign Watchin' the birds fly over the watery plain There ain't nothin' like a bird in flight I watch 'em til they're outta sight Sittin' on a cliff-top overlooking lake Champlaign Pretty little miss just 'a sittin' listenin' while I sing Lord have mercy she's the sweetest thing If she don't cry, if she don't cling Who's to say what the future might bring Pretty little miss just 'a sittin' listenin' while I sing So I'm goin' up the road I'm gonna get away for the weekend Goin' to a place I ain't never ever been before I gotta get out of this little ol' town The endless nights are bringin' me down Goin' up the road I'm gonna get away for the weekend
3.
Ghost on the highway shares my name I knew him well when the wine flowed Ghost on the highway shares my blame I lost her somewhere out along this road I did it my way so I paid Every man that lives, lives with regrets But they don't confine me, nor define me A man moves on he remembers and forgets Ghost on the highway Why must you haunt me? I've lived and I've learned And I've paid my dues Ghost on the highway I've been in between Staying or leaving stuck in no man's land Ghost on the highway owned by my memory I must go now the time is at hand Ghost on the highway You no longer own me I've learned all I need to learn From you I've packed up and gone now It's all behind me Been so long since I felt this alive I've been for years now in just one place Now all that I want to do is drive Ghost on the highway Change is coming today Bring it on I'm ready for you
4.
This machine kills fascists that's what I said I'll stand on your grave 'til I'm sure you're dead In the squares of the city and the shadow of the steeple Woody Guthrie saw his people Telling it straight to ol' Mr. Knickerbocker Woody Guthrie was the first punk rocker Born in Okemah, Oklahoma Woody Guthrie was consumed by fire His momma took ill and fanned the flames A man set out to do his own thing The ornery profane poet straight-talker Woody Guthrie was the first punk rocker From the dust-bowl emerged the protest singer Woody worked for the working class people Irving Berlin man he had it all wrong 'This land is your land' was a protest song No prime time pipe smoking radio hawker Woody Guthrie was the first punk rocker Cisco and Sonny, Leadbelly and Seeger Anti-fascist almanac singer Merchant marine man, migrant worker Bound for Glory radical thinker He didn't sing for the almighty dollar Woody Guthrie was the first punk rocker Bob Dylan, Johnny Cash, Springsteen and Hunter Ochs and Chapin, Mellencamp and Strummer Billy Bragg, Jeff Tweedy, Jerry Garcia Steve Earle, Jay Farrar and Bob Weir Ramblin' Jack, Tom Paxton, Sonny Walker But Woody Guthrie was the first punk rocker
5.
Road's been calling my name, goodbye I'm leaving today I'm going out there, I don't know where but here you know I just can't stay For so long it's been on my mind, I got to leave those memories behind Sometimes you need just a little push and I've been given one hell of a shove And I'm going, I'm going, I'm going 'cause I got to be free Rolling, rolling, rolling to the sea I've taken most of all I own, I throw it out or give it away It has no meaning it has no place It's just stuff taking up space So I got my windows rolled down lord them highway miles are flying by Tennessee, Alabama, Arkansas, Texas, Arizona on and on And I'm going, I'm going, I'm going 'cause I got to be free I'm rolling, rolling, rolling to the sea Got no woman here with me, got no woman waiting on the line Looking back you know it's so hard to see But I've forgotten more than I ever knew No problem just being alone, see I go just where I wanna go But sometimes I think about a woman I love But lord I don't know how it's done And I'm going, I'm going, I'm going 'cause I got to be free I'm rolling, rolling, rolling to the sea I'm going, I'm going, I'm going 'cause I got to be me Rolling, rolling, rolling to the sea
6.
I got a one way ticket to San Antone I'm traveling light, I'm traveling alone Who's to say what lies or awaits on the other side? I"ve been down this road before Heading out to a foreign shore I ain't afraid I know that everything will work out fine One way ticket, I ain't coming back One way ticket rolling down the track One way ticket, just a matter of time I got a one way ticket rolling down a one way line I remember the roads when I first set out Long before the time had ever come about When I'd look at the world through far away eyes There's an endless toll of traveling trains and planes And sleeping under strange, strange skies Now I see through the lies of the anonymous faceless names One way ticket, should I settle down? One way ticket could be the last round One way ticket, through the wind-milled plain I got a one way ticket through the sky, the snow, the sleet and rain One way ticket on a lonesome bus One way ticket, farewell to those I trust One way ticket, to the other side I got a one way ticket heading south on a one way ride
7.
Oh that celebrity obsession, American infatuation Our one and only prepossession, another overnight sensation Oh that no talent soft-porn actress, by her own approximation Now famous for being famous, is on her seventh intervention The fame addicted ex-jock killer, is now a Vegas hotel robber For his beloved memorabilia, he'll find his way back to the slammer The Wheaties box former Olympian, for ten minutes more of fame Dressed in drag for the occasion, will televise his sex change Oh that celebrity obsession, stars so badly need attention One more prime time confession, another overnight sensation Oh that celebrity religion, selling faith for tax exemption They claim a huge implant station, made history that never happened Down at the red carpet convention, these foolish followers of trends Showing off the latest fashion, a dress you would not be caught dead in Fall on each other make a fuss, the ratings rise a head swells Dear God please entertain us, don't make us look at ourselves The super-model lost the weight, after she had a kid or two How can we possibly relate, or ever do the things they do? Our favorite actor's back in rehab, oh my lord what will we do?! He'll improve then his next relapse, will probably be on pay per view An athlete brothel overdose, cocaine hookers and booze Sometimes you gotta be comatose, to keep your name in the news Oh that celebrity obsession, is now our favorite distraction Keep tabs on our latest addiction, our act now follows their direction
8.
Southbound 03:07
Driving through stormy weather, I gotta get down I'm sorry for ties that I'll sever, but I gotta get down Yes I'm southbound, southbound Yes I'm southbound and hey I gotta get down I tried to make it through winter, but my soul was in splinters Living life with a ragged heart, too many dead ends and no fresh starts So I'm southbound, yes I'm southbound Southbound and hey I gotta get down Going to the end of the road to the the tip of the American soil Where the land meets the water and the water greets the sun Now don't we all deserve to have ourselves a little fun? All along the highway destined for a far away town I just can't wait any longer I passed the point where I was growing stronger And if I stay here, slowly I'll drown So I'm southbound, southbound Yes I'm southbound, and hey I gotta get down
9.
All along the border there wont be no very high wall Before they even build it we're going to make it fall I know it now, can see it somehow, there won't be no damn wall at all All along the border, there won't be no very high wall We like tacos and we like rice and beans Margaritas, senoritas and southwest desert scenes You can't keep 'em out no not like that We like that spice and know where it's at We like tacos and we like rice and beans Oh but the press keeps talking 'bout that stupid freakin' orange man He says the "Mexicans are rapists!", he's gonna stop 'em he's got a plan He says he's gonna build a big ol' wall gonna make them rapists pay for it all but we don't need to listen to that stupid freakin' orange man Oh but this wall got us all starting to worry now Wake up and smell the chorizo it ain't gonna happen no how We said no how, we meant no way, not now, not any day Oh but this wall got us all starting to worry now We have ways that have stoop up to the test of time Legals and illegals have all crossed that line She said "bring us your tired, bring us your poor, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore" All along the border, there won't be no very high wall
10.
Gotta Go! 03:47
Held a torch for you and I walked the line Babe you never called you never had time Missed you so more than you'll ever know But there was nothing I could do I had to get on with the show I told you I would change but you did not believe I've risen above your lack of faith in me Someday girl the day will come soon All those boys you turn away will all stop calling on you And I don't know how I know or why I know what I know Just gotta go gotta go gotta go Yeah I don't know how I know or why I know what I know Just gotta go gotta go gotta go Time has got me on the ropes Now he's landing every single blow But I know what I am and what I have to do I wasn't put on this earth only to sing the blues People might ask me why I would leave I had so much here going for me I love this town, yes it's true But I already did everything I set out to do So I don't know how I know or why I know what I know Just gotta go gotta go gotta go Yeah I don't know how I know or why I know what I know Just gotta go gotta go gotta go Another false start you ain't going nowhere The sign on your heart said closed for repair It was just one kiss but I hope she knows I felt it all the way down to my toes Aw it doesn't matter that it all went wrong My heart was in it but now it's gone I gotta slow down and take my time Soon I'll forget all about them good old days So I don't know how I know or why I know what I know Just gotta go gotta go gotta go Yeah I don't know how I know or why I know what I know Just gotta go gotta go gotta go
11.
For Magic 02:44
We go looking for magic, we go not looking for fame We move to avoid the static, grow weary of the same ol' same We settle and we get complacent, too smooth we lose our edge To feel alive in our moment, we gotta get out on that ledge And we will always be learning We'll always be saying goodbye If we should ever stop searching The best part of us will die We're moved by the ghost of a lover, we have and then we have not We mourn and then we recover, some catch but cannot be caught At sundown we're going restless, we are not meant to be chained Our drifting is not without purpose, our yearning cannot be contained And our wheels will always be turning No fences but for the sky Forever and always unlearning No limits for you and I No limits for you and I
12.
Creation for creation's sake Like a child we create As we grow the light may dim Fears will come don't let them win Only time will tell our tales Only time will tell our tales The heart it wants to be explored All we love to be adored Money wants to take it's place We must let go all the way Only time will tell our tales Only time will tell our tales We know not how, we know not why Our words may reach someone tonight Trees fall unheard without a sound But shake the world many years from now Only time will tell our tales Only time will tell our tales Time has shown the great Van Gogh Could not be judged by paintings sold Here today, tomorrow gone The play will end, the work lives on Only time will tell our tales Only time will tell our tales

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Recorded April 3-7, 2017 at Dave Coleman's Howard's Apartment Studio in Nashville, Tennessee. Lance Taylor with the Coal Men. The Coal Men are Dave Coleman on guitar, David Ray on drums and Paul Slivka on bass guitar. Album mixed and produced by Dave Coleman and Lance Taylor. Engineered by Dave Coleman. Mastered by Alex McCollough at True East Mastering in Nashville, Tennessee.

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released April 22, 2017

Lance Taylor on guitars, vocals, harmonica and percussion
Dave Coleman on guitars, percussion and organ
David Ray on drums
Paul Slivka on bass guitar
Zach Vinson on organ and accordion

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