Down the Road Tonight - Jack Ingram

Thrift store cowboys, five and dime junkies

Red dirt plowboys, asphalt monkeys

Holy rollers, signal callers

Truck stop angels, backstreet brawlers

Van Zandt groupies, guitar slingers

Hallelujah gospel singers

Freight-train mamas, pistol shooters

My first girlfriend works at Hooters

Beans and biscuits in my cupboard

Listen to Ray Wylie Hubbard

All going down the road tonight

Drunken angels, blacktop racers

Holy rollers, whiskey chasers

Lonestar drinkers, midnight ramblers

Dirt road divas, highway gamblers

Moonshine mamas, panty droppers

Dhali Llamas, ol' pill poppers

High-school heroes, back row preachers

Pool hall hustlers, tantric teachers

Teenage cuties politickin'

Harry Krishna feed me chicken

All going down the road tonight

Bluejean babies, old heartbreakers

Had a party with some Quakers

Heartworn highways, country singers

Radio’s full old right-wingers

Session players, duct tape dealers

Outlaw country, hubcap stealers

Ain’t no money in my wallet

Broke again is what they call it

My Grandmother’s name was Spiller

Michael Jackson peaked at Thriller

All going down the road tonight

Jukebox gypsies, mustang sally’s

Don’t go walkin' down dark alleys

Needle pushers, horn rimmed glasses

Rhinestone jumpsuit, backstage passes

Blue plate specials, Luanne platters

Japanese is all that matters

Broken arrows, gulf coast kickers

«Who's your daddy?»

bumper stickers

Dah dah dah dah dah dah dahhh

Ha-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah

Ah yeah, aw uh duntdunt

Outro: (Spoken: «I'm outta words, people… that's all I got! Americana

Woman… hip shake with me baby!»)