Rodney Crowell - Why Don't We Talk About It lyrics

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Rodney Crowell - Why Don't We Talk About It

Rain came down in endless sheets of thunder

Lightnin' bolts split pine trees down to the roots

In the shadow of the Astrodome with a hurricane comin' on strong

We used to hit the streets and go swimming in our birthday suits

Skiing in a bar ditch behind a moped

13 stitches on the corner of a sardine can

We were dirt poor Houston kids our whole family living on the skids

But we always had a nickel for the comin' of the ice cream man

Mosquito truck blowing up DDT

Barefoot heathens running wild and free

Air raid buzzer at a noon-day scream

Living in a dream on Telephone Road

I used to love them cherry Cokes down at the Prince's Drive-In

And the cheeseburgers taste so good I like to come untied

There's a Chinaberry tree I remember I used to climb in and out of my window

The night I left was on the day before my Grandma died

Sawdust spread out on a dance hall floor

Jukebox ripping at an all-out roar

Barmaid smiling at a 10 cent tip

Living is a trip on Telephone Road

Magnolia Garden bandstand on the very front row

Johnny Cash, Carl Perkins and the Killer puttin' on a show

Six years old and just barely off my daddy's knee

When those rockabilly rebels sent the Devil running right through me

A drive-in movie in the trunk of my car

A one-eyed sailor in an ice house bar

Split-shine Charlie and ol' Peg-leg Bill are dressed up fit to kill on Telephone Road

Telephone Road, Telephone Road

Barbecue and beer on ice

A salty watermelon slice at the Little Taste of Paradise

On Telephone Road