Blacktop Hallelujah

(yeah) I got a tank of gas

Two good tires

A busted amp

And a head full of bad ideas My doctor says slow down

My banker says behave

My guitar says we’re leaving So I guess I know who’s gonna

win

Blacktop

hallelujah

Hear that six-string testify (testify!)

Blacktop

hallelujah

Put another mile behind I’ve been broke,

I’ve been lucky I’ve been wrong more than I’ve been right But

give me one good road And a reason to turn it loud

tonight

I know every kind of weather

That can find a windshield glass

I’ve played rooms where they loved me And rooms where they threw

me out

I learned you can’t buy rhythm

And you can’t fake a groove

And if your heart ain’t in the music A thousand watts won’t

save you

Somebody turn that organ up (yeah!)

Somebody kick that drum

If this is supposed to be retirement Then somebody forgot to tell

me

Blacktop

hallelujah!

Hear that six-string testify!

Blacktop hallelujah!

I’m not finished with this life!

I’ve been broke,

I’ve been lucky

I’ve been wrong more than I’ve been right

But give me one good road— —and I’ll give

you one hell of a night!