Chris Frisina - Took You Out on the Road Lyrics

I'm sorry that I took you out on the road
Two sweaters and a sleeping bag
And you still were so damn cold
I didn't mean to get us busted in New Mexico
I should have left my marijuana in Denver
Got you sayin' "I told you so"
Life on the highway
Has got me feeling fine
Get your little fingers off my stereo
Who the hell doesn't like John Prine?
Got your mama on the telephone
I can hear her crying
Baby come home, quit getting stoned
That boy's gonna ruin your mind
I'm sorry we both left your brother for dead
You took Tempe, I took Phoenix
He was right there between us
Sleeping in an old truck bed
I wish Wyoming didn't wind up that way
I broke down in Rawlins, spent 8 days watchin'
Mule deer eating garbage in the rain
Life on the highway
Has got me singing from the heart
Get your little fingers off my stereo
Who the hell doesn't like Guy Clark?
I got a mouth full of bad words
All we do is yell and shout
If you don't like me
Or this old truck
Anywhere is fine to let you out