"Little Rock" lyrics
(originally by Hayes Carll)
Wake up in the morning long and lean
Stoppin' at the corner cigarettes and gasoline
Pullin' down mainstreet shiftin' through the gears
Rollin' up that highway they've been working on for years
One eye on the sunrise, one eye on the clock
Come tomorrow morning, Lord, I'm gonna make it down to Little Rock
Well I've searched through L.A. County the valleys and the stars
Del Rio to the bayou all them honky-tonks and bars
I've felt you in Seattle driving through the rain
Ran through New York City just a-callin' out your name
All these years of searchin', I finally found my spot
One way or another, Lord, I'm gonna make it down to Little Rock
All my life found too hard to find
A piece of this Earth for my peace of mind
All these years of searchin' let my troubles disappear
Baby, find a place so we can sit and drink a beer
Half a pack in seven hours, boot up on the shelf
Singing to the radio and talkin' to myself
Screamin' through the forest, magic on my soul
Ninety miles an hour on the cruise control
I'm blowin' by the truckers, the grandmas and the cops
"What's your hurry son?" It's just that I'm on my way to Little Rock
Baby get ready trouble's on its way
Only thinkin' 'bout you every night and every day
Tell all your other lovers forget about the past
Ain't even gonna worry 'cus this time it's gonna last
I'm comin' round the corner, ain't even gonna knock
Hey pretty baby, here comes your daddy down to Little Rock
Stoppin' at the corner cigarettes and gasoline
Pullin' down mainstreet shiftin' through the gears
Rollin' up that highway they've been working on for years
One eye on the sunrise, one eye on the clock
Come tomorrow morning, Lord, I'm gonna make it down to Little Rock
Well I've searched through L.A. County the valleys and the stars
Del Rio to the bayou all them honky-tonks and bars
I've felt you in Seattle driving through the rain
Ran through New York City just a-callin' out your name
All these years of searchin', I finally found my spot
One way or another, Lord, I'm gonna make it down to Little Rock
All my life found too hard to find
A piece of this Earth for my peace of mind
All these years of searchin' let my troubles disappear
Baby, find a place so we can sit and drink a beer
Half a pack in seven hours, boot up on the shelf
Singing to the radio and talkin' to myself
Screamin' through the forest, magic on my soul
Ninety miles an hour on the cruise control
I'm blowin' by the truckers, the grandmas and the cops
"What's your hurry son?" It's just that I'm on my way to Little Rock
Baby get ready trouble's on its way
Only thinkin' 'bout you every night and every day
Tell all your other lovers forget about the past
Ain't even gonna worry 'cus this time it's gonna last
I'm comin' round the corner, ain't even gonna knock
Hey pretty baby, here comes your daddy down to Little Rock
Writer(s): Hayes Carl
