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

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