Playlist Asleep At The Wheel

asleep at the wheel - roly poly

Roly Poly eatin' corn and taters
Hungry every minute of the day
Roly Poly gnawin' on a biscuit
As long as he can chew it it's okay

He can eat an apple pie and never even bat an eye
He likes anything from soup to hay
Roly Poly,
Daddy's little fatty
I bet he's going to be a man some day

(guitar solo)

Roly Poly, scarmbled eggs for breakfest
Bread and jelly twenty times a day
Roly Poly, eats a hearty dinner
He needs lots strength to sing and play

He's up at dawn to do the chores
Runs both ways to all the stores
He works up an appetite that way
Ro-oly Poly
Daddy's little fatty
Fatty's going to be a man some day

asleep at the wheel - a change of pace

Asleep at the wheel a red light mistake
Take my word for what its worth
Life at a stand still not one second passes
And in the asphault i see a best friend
(crashing through the window)

Dont move
Save me
Cry out
To god above

And would you save everyone if you
Saw them dying
Watch as they slip through your hands
Bring me back to life bring them back to life
One step further from all of this

Abstract emotions in dealing with death
The warmth of my breath turns to ice
Beating the concrete your hands
Cut and bruised and in the end
Not a question of why
(crashing through the window)

Dont move
Save me
Cry out
To god above

And would you save everyone
If you saw them dying
Watch as they slip through your hands
Bring me back to life bring them back to life
One step further from all of this

Never forget what im bleeding
Gasp for air now i am apart of this
Leave me suffering never break
Your promises
Never forget and you'll
Never forget what i've done

And would you save everyone
If you saw them dying
Watch as they slip through your hands
Bring me back to life bring them back to life
One step further from all of this

Dont move
Save me
Cry out
To god above

asleep at the wheel - san antonio rose

Up in the morning out on the job work like a devil for my pay
But that lucky old sun ain't got nothing to do
Just roll around heaven all day

I fuss with my woman toil with my kids sweat till I'm wrinkled and gray
But that lucky old sun ain't got nothing to do
Just roll around heaven all day

Dear Lord above can't you see that I'm pining
Yes I got tears that are falling from my eyes
Why don't you send them that cloud with the silvery lining
Lift me to paradise

Show me that river and take me across wash all my troubles away
Just like that lucky old sun ain't gonna have nothing to do
Just roll around heaven all day

[ fiddle ]
But that lucky old sun ain't got nothing to do
Just roll around heaven all day
Just roll around heaven all day

asleep at the wheel - ain t nobody here but us chickens

One night farmer Brown was taking the air,
Locked up the barnyard with the greatest of care.
Into the henhouse something stirred
When he hollered: "Who's there?"
This is what he heard:

There ain't nobody here but us chickens.
There ain't nobody here at all.
So quiet yourself , stop all that fuss.
There ain't nobody here but us.
Hey, kindly point that gun, the other way,
And hobble, hobble, hobble till the break of day.

'Cause there ain't nobody here but us chickens.
Sure way, no-one at all.
An' you stompin' around, and a-shakin' the ground,
Well, you're kickin' up an awful dust.
We chickens tryin' to sleep and you butt in.
And hobble, hobble, hobble, hobble, it's a sin.

'Cause tomorrow is a busy day.
We got things to do, we got eggs to lay.
We got ground to dig and worms to scratch.
It takes a lot of sittin', gettin' chicks to hatch.

There ain't nobody here but us chickens.
Sure way, nobody at all.
So quiet yourself, enough of that fuss,
There ain't nobody, nobdoy, nobody but us
Kindly point the gun the other way
And hobble, hobble, hobble till the break of day.

Instrumental break.

Tomorrow is a busy day.
We got things to do, we got eggs to lay.
We got ground to dig and worms to scratch.
It takes a lot of sittin', gettin' chicks to hatch.

So quiet yourself, enough of that fuss,
There ain't nobody, nobdoy, nobody but us
Kindly point the gun the other way
And hobble, hobble, hobble till the break of day.

"Hey, hey boss man, what do you say?"
"It's easy, pickin's.
"There ain't nobody here but us chickens."

asleep at the wheel - house of blue lights

Verse 1

Lace up your boots and we'll truck on down
To a knocked out shack on the edge of town
There's an eight beat combo that just won't quit
Keep a-walking' 'til ya see a blue light lit
Fall in there and we'll see some sights
Down at the house the house the house of blue lights

Chorus

There's fryers, broilers, and Detroit bar-b-que ribs
But the treat of the treat
Is when they serve up those fine egg beats
You'll wanna spend the rest of your brights
Down at the house the house the house of blue lights
Verse 2 - Same Chords
We'll have a time and we'll some rug
While we dig those tunes like they should be dug
It's a real homecoming' for all those cats
Just boogie past the welcome mat
Fall in there and we'll see some sights
Down at the house the house the house of blue lights
Verse1 - Half Step Up
Verse 2 - Half Step Up
Chorus

asleep at the wheel - the letter that johnny walker read

Johnny Walker sat at a table in a bar, minding his own affairs
Drinking his namesake's gold on the rocks, getting drunk, too
drunk to care
When a girl in the bar walked up his side and this is what she
said
She said: "A woman came by and left a letter for you.", this is
what the letter said

Dear John, please Johnny please come home
I need your love and the kids they gotta be fed
And John, if you don't hurry back I'll be gone
Yes, that's what the letter said
The letter that Johnny Walker read

Then John, he got up from the table
Slowly he walked outside
He was thinking of his wife and little children back home
And how his drinking had ruined their lives

Then John he staggered off into the streetlight
And a vision filled his poor, poor heart with dread
For it was him lying drunk there in the gutter
Clutching in his hand the letter that Johnny Walker read
And this is what it said

Dear John, please Johnny please come home
I need your love and the kids they gotta be fed
And John, if you don't hurry back I'll be gone
Yes, that's what the letter said
The letter that Johnny Walker read

Dear John, please Johnny please come home
I need your love and the kids they gotta be fed...

asleep at the wheel - hot rod lincoln

My pappy said son you gonna drive me to drinkin'
If you don't stop drivin' that Hot Rod Lincoln

Have you heard the story about the hot rod race
When the Ford and the Lincoln were settin' the pace
That story's true I'm here to say
Cause I was a drivin' that Model A

It's got a Lincoln motor and it's really souped up
That Model A body makes it look like a pup
It's got eight cylinders and uses them all
And an overdrive that just won't stall

It's got a 4-barrel carb and dual exhausts
4:11 gears that really get lost
Safety tubes and I'm not scared
The brakes are good and the tires are fair

We left San Pedro late one night
The moon and the stars were shinin' bright
We were drivin' up Grapevine Hill
Passin' cars like they were standin' still

Then all of a sudden, in the wink of an eye
A Cadillac sedan passed us by
I said boys that's the mark for me
But by then the taillights was all you could see

Now the fellers ribbed me for bein' behind
So I started to make that Lincoln unwind
Took my foot off the gas and man alive
I shoved it down into overdrive

Well I wound it up to hundred and ten
Twisted the speedometer cable hit top end
Had my foot glued right to the floor
I said that's all there is there ain't no more

Now the fellas thought I'd lost all sense
The telephone poles looked like a picket fence
They said slow down I see spots
The lines on the road just looked like dots

I took a corner and passed a truck
I crossed my fingers just for luck
The fenders clickin' the guard rail post
The guy beside me was white as a ghost

Smoke was comin' outta the back
When I started to gain on that Cadillac
I knew I could catch him and hoped I could pass
But when I did I'd be short on gas

Had flames comin' from out of the side
You could feel the tension man what a ride
I said look out boys I've got a license to fly
And the Cadillac pulled over and let me by

Now all of a sudden a rod started knockin'
Down in the depths she started a rockin'
I looked in the mirror and a red light was blinkin'
The cops was after my Hot Rod Lincoln

They arrested me and put me in jail.
They called my pop to throw my bail.
And he said son you're gonna drive me to drinkin'
If you don't quit drivin' that Hot Rod Lincoln

asleep at the wheel - the bowling song

I like to go bowling with my friend bert
With my bowling ball and my bowling shirt
I like to roll the ball down the lane

On a good day, I throw a few strikes
Making some spares that's what I like
Bowling is my kind of game

I ain't for the one, and two, and three and four
Five pins down the lane
With the boom and the bang, they hit the floor
And I throw the ball again

I like to go bowling with my friend bert
With my bowling ball and my bowling shirt
Bowling is my kind of game

I ain't for the six, and seven, and eight and nine
Ten pins down the lane
I throw the ball when I hit the line
And then I knock them down again

I like to go bowling with the best friend bert
With my bowling ball and my bowling shirt
Bowling is my kind of game
Bowling is my kind of game

asleep at the wheel - bloodhound gang

Bloodhounds shall cruise rendevous
Break curfew new trip ensues
You never know Bloodhounds just go
Pack backpack up for down the road
No change of clothes but change for tolls
pack of No-Doz Rolos and Skoal
Old Milwaukee Jolt black coffee
Sugar Daddy Rand McNally
A pack of jacks those orange Tic-Tacs
Glen Miller tracks roll of Kodak
The phantom black stacked Pontiac
Hot rod dual quads and in the back
Is the beat keeper big ass speaker
Jumbo woofer rattle tweeter
Dial is turned and there it's stayin'
The next day where Stern is playin'
You got your Jesus on the dashboard but the devil's under my hood
You're taking it down legal I'm pullin' it up to no good
God is your co-pilot I let Satan ride shotgun
You pay a toll to get to heaven but on the road to hell there's none
Get up you're asleep at the wheel
I-95 eight lanes wide
Midnight drive take a ride
Alongside east coast tide
Getting high so am I
Bloodshot red eyes from the fumes
I consume engine zoom then engine boom
Then engine glow erupt and blow
And overflow like volcano
So far to go can't turn back though
Cheap tobacco cup of black Joe
Fuelin' my body jumpstartin' my soul
Set my mind on cruise control
You got your Jesus on the dashboard but the devil's under my hood
You're taking it down legal I'm pullin' it up to no good
God is your co-pilot I let Satan ride shotgun
You pay a toll to get to heaven but on the road to hell there's none
Get up you're asleep at the wheel
24-7 Truck Stop Plaza
Turn off headlights turn on hazards
3 A.M. is when I gazed
Eyes glazed I'm dazed and then I fade
To black now were back
'On The Road' like Kerouac
Down the turnpike high rate of speed
Up all night like Gilbert Gottfried
You got your Jesus on the dashboard but the devil's under my hood
You're taking it down legal I'm pullin' it up to no good
God is your co-pilot I let Satan ride shotgun
You pay a toll to get to heaven but on the road to hell there's none
Get up you're asleep at the wheel

asleep at the wheel - boogie back to texas

Been gone - so long, I can?t wait to get back home
Home to the Lone Star State, another day I just can?t wait
Look out boys, I?m a-headed your way
I got a mind that wonders in a ?57 Chevrolet
Hold on tight, I got a licence to fly
With the pedal to the metal watch me roll on by

Wanna boogie back to Texas ? boogie back to Texas
Boogie back to Texas ? boogie back to Texas
We?re gonna boogie back to Texas, eight beats to the mile

Rollin? out-a New York, philadelphia
Pittsburg wheelin?, West-Virginia all the way
I?m gonna make it to Kentucky
Gonna make it by the mornin? If I?m fast an? if I?m lucky
Hold on tight, I?m a-homeward bound
Gonna boogie back to Austin, back to my hometown

Boogie back to Texas ? boogie back to Texas
Boogie back to Texas ? boogie back to Texas
We?re gonna boogie back to Texas, eight beats to the mile

Well, state line slammin? me
Oklahoma city?s just a memory
Forth Worth, Dallas, I roll on by 50 miles
Clear the roads, I?m a-headin? that way
Gonna boogie back to Texas ?cross the U S of A

Boogie back to Texas ? boogie back to Texas
Boogie back to Texas ? boogie back to Texas
We?re gonna boogie back to Texas, eight beats to the mile

We?re gonna boogie back to Texas, eight beats to the mile

Can?t you see I?m on my way ? Boogie!

asleep at the wheel - i can t give you anything but love

I can't give you anything but love, baby
That's the only thing I've plenty of, baby
Scheme a while dream a while
We're sure to find
Happiness and I guess

All those things you've always pined for
Gee, I'd like to see you looking swell, baby
Diamond bracelets woolworth doesn't sell, baby
Till that lucky day
You know darned well, baby
I can't give you anything but love

asleep at the wheel - the hippos

It's two in the morning, I'm tired as hell.
What am I doing behind the wheel?
The lights have all blurred into a row.
How long I'll be up, I just don't know.
I'm falling asleep, asleep at the wheel,
this feels like a dream but this is real.
I've got a lot on my mind,
I've been driving all night.
You can bet I'll be driving when out comes the light.
I've been on the road so long that I'm gonna crack,
I've been "On the road" longer than Jack Kerouac.
(Chorus)

asleep at the wheel - am i right

We started out with good intentions. Makin? love right there in the kitchen
You and me were getting? along just fine, got along just fine
More than crazy ?bout one another.
I was just a man and you were my lover
Glad that I was yours and you were mine

For awhile I could do no wrong.
You laughed at my jokes and you danced to the song
Not to bad for an Amarillo country boy. country boy
I said if we could just stay together.
It could be just like this forever
Finer things in life we would enjoy

You told me you thought that I was wrong
Ya said our love wouldn?t last too long
I don?t want to leave you all alone
So should I stay or should I go back home

Am I right or Amarillo
Do I stay here with you or hit the road
Am I right or Amarillo
I love you but I can always go back home

Solo: one [A] section

Now pretty soon it was just like I figured.
Ya told me that you?d reconsidered
I could stay with you and be your man,
be your lovin? man
Now it seems there?s a brand new problem.
Country boys learn their lessons when their taught?m
I?ve learned about as much as I can stand

Now I?m the one who thinks that I was wrong
I don?t think our love is gonna last too long
I realy realy realy hate to leave you all alone
But Texs is a callin? me back home

Am I right or Amarillo
Do I stay here with you or hit the road
Am I right or Amarillo
I love you but I can always go back home

Now It might be as flat as a pancake.
But how much heartache can one man take
Amarillo we?ve been too long apart,
been too long apart
There?s no need for me to keep on talkin?. If I?m a goin? I?d better start walkin?
Am I right or Amarillo never broke my heart. Nah ha

asleep at the wheel - chattanooga choo choo

Pardon me boy is that the chattanooga choo choo
All aboard track twenty nine can you give me a shine
Can you afford to board the chattanooga choo choo
I've got my fare and just a trifle to spare

You leave the pennsylvania station bout a quarter to four
You read a magazine and then you're in baltimore
Dinner in the diner nothin' could be finer
Than to have your ham and eggs in carolina

When you hear the whistle blowin' eight to the bar
Then you know that tennessee is not very far
Shovell all the coal in gotta keep a rollin'
Ooh ooh chattanooga there you are

There's gonna be a certain party in the station
Satin and lace i used to call funny face
She's gonna cry when i tell her that i'll never roam
So chattanooga choo choo won't you choo choo me home

All aboard you afford
Chattanooga choo choo won't you choo choo me home

You leave the pennsylvania station bout a quarter to four...
When you hear the whistle blowin' eight to the bar...

asleep at the wheel - walking the floor over you

I'm walking the floor over you I can't sleep a wink that is true
I'm hoping and I'm praying as my heart breaks right in two
Walking the floor over you

You left me and you went away
You said that you'd be back in just a day
You've broken your promise and you left me here alone
I don't know why you did dear but I do know that you're gone

I'm walking the floor over you...

[ steel ]
Well someday you may be lonesome too
Walking the floor is good for you
Just keep right on walking and it won't hurt your pride
Remember that I loved you and I will to the day I die

I'm walking the floor over you...
I'm walking the floor over you...

asleep at the wheel