Listening to the a.M.

I pulled out of Charleston West Virginia
 In the middle of the night
 I made it down to Nashville town
 When the sun was shining bright
 I'm headed out west on a four day run
 And I've got to make pretty good time
 I gotta make a living livin' my life
 Chasing down a broken white line
 So I ride this road and I try to get where I'm going
 A cup of coffee and thoughts of home are all that help
 And I'll spend another midnight early morning
 Listening to the AM and talking to myself
 Kingman Arizona's just three hundred miles
 Away from old L.A.
 And I stopped to take a nap in Flagstaff
 But I've still got to drive all day
 When the sun sets out on the desert
 You never seen such a beautiful sight
 But at two AM in the desert, man
 You never seen a blacker night
 So I ride this road and I try to get where I'm going
 A cup of coffee and thoughts of home are all that help
 And I'll spend another midnight early morning
 Listening to the AM and talking to myself
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 I made it into L.A. just about the time
 I swore I had to get off the road
 And I checked in to a motor inn
 I turned the air condition way down cold
 I slept all day then I woke up
 Around about ten PM
 I grabbed a bite to eat at a little cafe
 Then I hit the road again
 So I ride this road and I try to get where I'm going
 A cup of coffee and thoughts of home are all that help
 So I'll spend another midnight early morning
 Listening to the AM and talking to myself
 I'm just listening to the Open Road Show
 And talking to myself