Way back in my memory there's a scene that I recall
Of a little run-down cabin in the woods
Where my dad never promised that our blue moon would turn gold
But he laid awake nights wishin' that it would.

When the world was on our radio, hard work was on our minds.
We lived our day-to-day in plain dirt fashion,
With ol' overalls and cotton balls all strapped across your back
Man, it's hard to make believe there ain't nothing wrong.

But momma kept the Bible read and daddy kept our family fed,
And somewhere in between I must have grown
Cause someday I was dreamin' that a song that I was singin'
Takes me down the road to where I want to go.

Now I know, it's a long hard road

Sometimes I remember when I stay up late at night,
When the sun-up came, we got up and went
In the shadows of a working' day, our moonlight hours spent
Singin' songs along with Gramma's radio.

Now I'm beatin' down a ol' blacktop road, sleepin' in a sack,
Livin' in my memories all in vain
'Cause those city lights ain't all that bright, compared to what its like
To see lightning bugs go dancin' in the rain.

Momma played the guitar then, and daddy made the saw blade bend,
And raindrops played the tin roof like a drum.
But I just kept on dreamin' that a song that I was singin'
Takes me down the road to where my name is known.

Now I'm gone, and its a long hard road
Yes, I know, Its a long hard road.

Get up on your high horse, woman
Get up on your high horse now
Get up on your high horse, woman
I'll make it up to you somehow

Moonlit shadows she starts tripping fire light
Jumping the trees lying across the right of way
Silvery morning it glistens down the valley
But she don't stop till we ride the night away

Get up on your high horse, woman
Get up on your high horse now
Get up on your high horse, woman
I'll make it up to you somehow

Long braids tangled at the misty break of morning
Catching light through a dusty window pane
Lost in lust in denial of the warning
She digs her heels in the stallion's flank again

Get up on your high horse, woman
Get up on your high horse now
Get up on your high horse, woman
I'll make it up to you somehow

Get up on your high horse, woman
You pay the price, you get to play, hey
Get up on your high horse, woman
You're gonna ride to the break of day
To the break of day
To the break of day

Get up on your high horse, woman
Get up on your high horse now
Get up on your high horse, woman
I'll make it up to you somehow

Get up on your high horse, woman
You pay the price you get to play, hey
Get up on your high horse, woman
You're gonna ride to the break of day
To the break of day
To the break of day
To the break of day

She's history
No one would give her a star on the walk
She'd have a hundred if pillows could talk
where have I seen her before?
she's the face on the cutting room floor

It's no mystery
acting in school at the tenderest age
Lit up the room when she stepped on the stage
Came to LA for some more
she's the face on the cutting room floor

she had visions of contracts
and thousands of people in line
to see her;
knocking on door after door after all of this time,
Now she's not sure

Up in Hollywood
stayed with an agent she met in a bar
laughed when he told her he'd make her a star
where has she heard that before?
she's the face on the cutting room floor
One night he told her that she'd never get anywhere
in her clothes
that's what it takes to play movieland musical chairs
now she knows

Goodbye Hollywood
leaving tonight on the 2:30 'hound
sunrise or sunset she won't be around
but they'll replace her with so many more
she's the face on the cutting room floor
poor little face on the cutting room floor

Baby we can talk all night
But that ain't gettin us nowhere
I told you everything I possibly can
There's nothing left inside of here

And maybe you can cry all night
But that'll never change the way I feel
The snow is really piling up outside
I wish you wouldn't make me leave here
I poured it on and I poured it out
I tried to show you just how much I care
I'm tired of words and I'm too hoarse to shout
But you've been cold to me so long
I'm crying icicles instead of tears
And all I can do is keep on telling you
I want you, I need you
But-there ain't no way I'm ever gonna love you
Now don't be sad
'Cause two out of three ain't bad
Now don't be sad
'Cause two out of three ain't bad

You'll never find your gold on a sandy beach
You'll never drill for oil on a city street
I know you're looking for a ruby in a mountain of rocks
But there ain't no Coup de Ville hiding at the bottom
of a Cracker Jack box

I can't lie, I can't tell you something I'm not
No matter how I try
I'll never be able to give you something
Something that I just haven't got

There's only one girl that I'll ever love
And that was so many years ago
And though I know I'll never get her out of my heart
She never loved me back
Ooh I know
I remember how she left me on a stormy night
She kissed me and got out of our bed
And though I pleaded and I begged her not to walk out that door
She packed her bags and turned right away

And she kept on telling me
She kept on telling me
She just kept telling me
I want you, I need you
But there ain't no way I'm ever gonna love you
Now don't be sad
'Cause two out of three ain't bad

I want you, I need you
But there ain't no way I'm ever gonna love you
Now don't be sad
'Cause two out of three ain't bad

Baby we can talk all night
But that ain't getting us nowhere

Never had trouble sleepin'
Always had someone next to me
Nights I won't remember
I fooled around til the fool was me

Never thought much about you
On and off like a well worn shoe
Now I worry where you're walkin'
I guess the shoe's on another foot

Ohoh a little more pain and I'll know it
A little more hurt, I'll know it's love
Over and over til it's over
Drives me crazy, it must be love

Lately I'm hearin' rumors
You've been makin' serious plans
Should I have held you when I had you
Right here in the palm of my hand

Chorus

This much heartache, it must be love

Ohoh a little more pain and I'll know it
A little more hurt, I'll know it's love
Over and over til it's over
Drives me crazy
A little more pain and I'll know it
A little more hurt and I'll know it's love
Over and over til it's over
Drives me crazy, drives me crazy

This much heartache, it must be love

Must be love, it must be love
Oh it must be love, must be love
It must be love, must be love
It must be love, oh it must be love
Must be love, oh it must be love

I like to drink my beer
Spend time with the boys
After work, to down a few
Is something I enjoy
And sometimes I stay out too late,
Yes I know it's true
But I love only you.

And I like to take life easy
Work out in the yard
Sleep late on the weekends
After an all-night game of cards
And drivin' my old Chevy
On a Sunday afternoon
But I love only you

I like my old guitar
And I'd like to be a star and shine on you
I'd like to write a song
The whole world could sing along
I love only you

I like my old memories
The girls I used to know
Some of them still have a place
My mind likes to go
Of all the ones I've cared for
Lord knows there's been a few
But I love only you
Honey, I love only you.

Two story prisons in a line
Livin' in this town
Is a whole lot like dying
I want to see what's still left to see

And you really oughta run with me
Baby, I knew right from the start
You're just a discontented romantic at heart
And you're tired of all that you see
And you really oughta run with me

Come on run with me
This ol' town is no good place to be
Wasted days just come and go
While everything we know
Slowly dies before our eyes

I'll fulfill your every desire
We'll run around together
And set this world on fire
Baby baby we're free
And you really oughta run with me

(Oohoohoohooh)
(Oohoohoohooh)

Chorus

Whoa, I'll fulfill your every desire
We'll run around together
And set this world on fire
Baby baby we're free
And you really oughta run with me

(Oohoohoohooh)
Yeah you really oughta run with me
(Oohoohoohooh)
Oh you really oughta run with me
Come on Baby (oohoohoohooh)
Oh you really oughta run with me

There she sits, buddy, just a-gleaming in the sun
There to greet a working man when his day is done
Gonna pack my Pa and I'm gonna pack my aunt
Gonna take 'em down to the Cadillac Ranch

El Dorado fins, whitewalls and skirts
Drives just like a little bit of heaven here on earth
So when I die, buddy, throw my body in the back
Take me to the junkyard in my Cadillac

Cadillac, Cadillac
Long and dark, shiny and black
Open up them engines, let `em roar
Tearing up the highway like a big old dinosaur

James Dean in a Mercury `49
Junior Johnson runnin' in the woods of Caroline
Even Burt Reynolds in a black Trans Am
Are gonna meet me down at the Cadillac Ranch

Cadillac, Cadillac
Long and dark, shiny and black
Open up your engines, let 'em roar
Tearin' up the highway like a big old dinosaur

Hey little girlie in the blue jeans so tight
Drivin' all alone in the Colorado night
You're my last love, baby, you're my last chance
Don't let `em take me down to the Cadillac Ranch

Cadillac, Cadillac...
Long and dark, shiny and black
Open up them engines, let 'em roar
Tearin' up the highway like a big old dinosaur

Cadillac, Cadillac...
Long and dark, shiny and black
Open up them engines, let 'em roar
Tearin' up the highway like a big old dinosaur

There's a home fire in your eyes that's burns me gently
There's a warmth that I've never known before
In your arms I hear a whisper of forever
This is all I ask and nothing more

When the nights are turning cold
If the fire is burning low
Say that you won't go
Til the fire's burned out
Don't let the fire burn out

Baby hold me now like there's no tomorrow
The fire's lit, the flame is burning true
I know we could swim the sea of sorrow
As long as there's one spark to see us through

So when the nights are turning cold
If the fire is burning low
Say that you won't go
Til the fire's burned out
Don't let the fire burn out
Don't let the fire burn out

So many empty nights
So many broken dreams
Too many lovers lost
In the lonely crowd

So when the nights are turning cold
If the fire is burning low
Say that you won't go
Promise you won't go
Say that you won't go
Til the fire's burned out
Don't let the fire burn out
Don't let the fire burn out
Don't let the fire burn out
Oh let it burn
Let it burn, let it burn
Don't let the fire burn out
Oh let it burn
Don't let the fire burn out
Let it burn, let it burn
Don't let the fire burn out

If your life was on video tape
Wouldn't everything be all right
When your head hurt the morning after
You could roll it back to late last night

You could replay all of the good parts
And cut out what you don't like
Oh, wouldn't you be in good shape
If your life was on video tape

If everybody had ESP
Everything would be okay
We could see trouble coming
And we could step out of the way

When that grim reaper comes to call
We could arrange to be out of town
Oh, that would be the great escape
And you could put it on video tape

Now I don't have a video recorder
And I don't have a crystal ball
When I'm not with my baby
Lord, I don't have very much at all

I can't predict the future
Babe, I sure can't change the past
But I know it will all make sense
If you love me in the present tense

If your life was on video tape
Wouldn't everything be all right
When your head hurt the morning after
You could roll it back to late last night

You could replay all of the good parts
And cut out what you don't like
Oh, wouldn't you be in great shape
If your life was on video tape.