Black Jack Road
Posted on January 11, 2010 with 0 comments
words by Bob Cheevers & Bob Pearce
music by Bob Pearce
from Slim Bawb's 2009 "Hillbilly Fellini"
Shawna Day Music BMI
Lives in a trailer out on Black Jack road
With his dogs and his dedicated wife
Screened in front porch looks out over the land
Where they spend the time of their life
All day at the mill with his childhood friends
On a fork-lift workin' for his pay
Comes home at night, a six-pack of Bud-Light
And spends the end of another day
CHORUS
Out on Black Jack road
With the woman he loves and he knows that she knows
There's a world where time moves slow
Way out on Black Jack road
It's not really that far away & at sunset he knows everyday
He can go there and lighten his load, Way out on Black Jack road
He's worked for years through the dust and the tears
Through the cut-backs and lay-offs and strikes
Through the days when a man would follow a plan
And stick to it all of his his life
With his wife by his side And just enough time
to keep those wolves at bay
Gets home from the mill, pays him some bills
And spends the end of another day
REPEAT CHORUS
Still in a trailer out on Black Jack road
Still got some dogs and his wife by his side
When he thinks of the mill, He misses his old friends
On a blue moon they sometimes stop by
The one's that are left talk about who is gone
If they were here what would they say
As the sun starts to fade the bottles they raise & toast to the end of another day
REPEAT CHORUS
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"Bob Cheevers gave me the first verse & chorus lyrics & I finished up the verses & music the next day...Bob had just moved to Texas & didn't know about Lone Star beer. Who would drink Bud light?"
music by Bob Pearce
from Slim Bawb's 2009 "Hillbilly Fellini"
Shawna Day Music BMI
Lives in a trailer out on Black Jack road
With his dogs and his dedicated wife
Screened in front porch looks out over the land
Where they spend the time of their life
All day at the mill with his childhood friends
On a fork-lift workin' for his pay
Comes home at night, a six-pack of Bud-Light
And spends the end of another day
CHORUS
Out on Black Jack road
With the woman he loves and he knows that she knows
There's a world where time moves slow
Way out on Black Jack road
It's not really that far away & at sunset he knows everyday
He can go there and lighten his load, Way out on Black Jack road
He's worked for years through the dust and the tears
Through the cut-backs and lay-offs and strikes
Through the days when a man would follow a plan
And stick to it all of his his life
With his wife by his side And just enough time
to keep those wolves at bay
Gets home from the mill, pays him some bills
And spends the end of another day
REPEAT CHORUS
Still in a trailer out on Black Jack road
Still got some dogs and his wife by his side
When he thinks of the mill, He misses his old friends
On a blue moon they sometimes stop by
The one's that are left talk about who is gone
If they were here what would they say
As the sun starts to fade the bottles they raise & toast to the end of another day
REPEAT CHORUS
______________________________________
"Bob Cheevers gave me the first verse & chorus lyrics & I finished up the verses & music the next day...Bob had just moved to Texas & didn't know about Lone Star beer. Who would drink Bud light?"