Roses for Mama - The Nightriders

I heard it in the wind last night It sounded like applause Did you get a round resounding for you Way up here It seems like many dim years ago Since I heard that face to face Or seen you face to face Though tonight I can feel you here I get these notes On butterflies and lilac sprays From girls who just have to tell me They saw you somewhere In some office sits a poet And he trembles as he sings And he asks some guy To circulate his soul around On your mark red ribbon runner The caressing rev of motors Finely tuned like fancy women In thirties evening gowns Up the charts Off to the airport Your name's in the news Everything's first class The lights go down And it's just you up there Getting them to feel like that Remember the days when you used to sit And make up your tunes for love And pour your simple sorrow To the soundhole and your knee And now you're seen On giant screens And at parties for the press And for people who have slices of you From the company They toss around your latest golden egg Speculation well who's to know If the next one in the nest Will glitter for them so I guess I seem ungrateful With my teeth sunk in the hand That brings me things I really can't give up just yet Now I sit up here the critic And they introduce some band But they seem so much confetti Looking at them on my TV set Oh the power and the glory Just when you're getting a taste for worship They start bringing out the hammers And the boards And the nails I heard it in the wind last night It sounded like applause Chilly now End of summer No more shiny hot nights It was just the arbutus rustling And the bumping of the logs And the moon swept down black water Like an empty spotlight

Ah, breaker one-nine, this here's the rubber duck. you gotta copy on me, pig pen, c'mon? ah, yeah, 10-4, pig pen, fer shure, fer shure. by golly, it's clean clear to flag town, c'mon. yeah, that Big 10-4 there, pig pen, yeah, we definitely got the front door, good buddy. mercy sakes alive, looks like we got us a convoy... Was the dark of the moon on the sixth of june In a kenworth pullin' logs Cab-over pete with a reefer on And a jimmy haulin' hogs We is headin' for bear on i-one-oh We gonna roll this truckin' convoy 'Bout a mile outta shaky town I says, pig pen, this here's the rubber duck. And I'm about to put the hammer down. 'Cause we got a little convoy Rockin' through the night. Yeah, we got a little convoy, Ain't she a beautiful sight? Come on and join our convoy Ain't nothin' gonna get in our way. We gonna roll this truckin' convoy 'Cross the u-s-a. Convoy! Ah, breaker, pig pen, this here's the duck. and, you wanna back off them hogs? yeah, 10-4, 'bout five mile or so. ten, roger. them hogs is gettin' in-tense up here. By the time we got into tulsa town, We had eighty-five trucks in all. But they's a roadblock up on the cloverleaf, And them bears was wall-to-wall. Yeah, them smokies is thick as bugs on a bumper; They even had a bear in the air! I says, callin' all trucks, this here's the duck. We about to go a-huntin' bear. 'Cause we got a great big convoy Rockin' through the night. Yeah, we got a great big convoy, Ain't she a beautiful sight? Come on and join our convoy Ain't nothin' gonna get in our way. We gonna roll this truckin' convoy 'Cross the u-s-a. Convoy! Ah, you wanna give me a 10-9 on that, pig pen? negatory, pig pen; you're still too close. yeah, them hogs is startin' to close up my sinuses. mercy sakes, you better back off another ten. Well, we rolled up interstate 44 Like a rocket sled on rails. We tore up all of our swindle sheets, And left 'em settin' on the scales. By the time we hit that chi-town, Them bears was a-gettin' smart: They'd brought up some reinforcements From the illinoise national guard. There's armored cars, and tanks, and jeeps, And rigs of ev'ry size. Yeah, them chicken coops was full'a bears And choppers filled the skies. Well, we shot the line and we went for broke With a thousand screamin' trucks An' eleven long-haired friends a' jesus In a chartreuse micra-bus. Ah, rubber duck to sodbuster, come over. yeah, 10-4, sodbuster? lissen, you wanna put that micra-bus right behind that suicide jockey? yeah, he's haulin' dynamite, and he needs all the help he can yet Well, we laid a strip for the jersey shore And prepared to cross the line I could see the bridge was lined with bears But I didn't have a dog-goned dime. I says, pig pen, this here's the rubber duck. We just ain't a-gonna pay no toll. So we crashed the gate doing ninety-eight I says let them truckers roll, 10-4. 'Cause we got a mighty convoy Rockin' through the night. Yeah, we got a mighty convoy, Ain't she a beautiful sight? Come on and join our convoy Ain't nothin' gonna get in our way. We gonna roll this truckin' convoy 'Cross the u-s-a. Convoy! ah, 10-4, pig pen, what's your twenty? Convoy! omaha? well, they oughta know what to do with them hogs out there fer shure. well, mercy Convoy! sakes, good buddy, we gonna back on outta here, so keep the bugs