[Intro:] Yeah (Where haven't we been yet) Fool (Jet Set now where haven't) Where haven't, we been (Gotta stay fresh) Yeah, (Life under the scope) (Full
Let me, let me know what makes you happy And I'll do it over, over and over again Let me know just how you love me And we'll spin around again in this
I didn't know my baby love me so until that letter come to let me know Now I pack my bags and then I'll go and catch a first train I see headin' south
You're always kidding me, something's happening but it isn't true You're getting rid of me, you know exactly what I'm trying to Oh baby, I am drained
I don't know when it all began to simmer down Suddenly I don't want you around and I'm siting here I'm drowning in the worries and the fear And now I
Too many sweethearts and none of them true too many things that I shouldn't do Made lots of money all spent the wrong way heading down the wrong highway
You're headin' for heartaches by playin' around You know as well as I that a new love can't be found You're headin' for heartaches so don't you be surprised
(Porter Wagoner) Chorus: Oh, on a highway headed south somewhere to Dixie Where the cotton blooms in the spring and the snow don't fly I'm gonna rest
I still remember the world From the eyes of a child Slowly those feelings Were clouded by what I know now Where has my heart gone? An uneven trade for
I didn't know my baby loved me so Until that letter come to let me know Now I pack my bags and then I'll go And catch the first train I see headin' south
Too many sweethearts and none of them true Done too many things that I shouldn't do I made lots of money all spent the wrong way Headin' down the wrong
I've been wrong before And I'll be there again I don't have any answers my friend Just this pile of old questions My memory left me here In the field
I've been thinking 'bout headin' out Where I've never been I've been thinking 'bout finding out How to find the end And I've been thinking 'bout freaking
On a highway headed south somewhere to Dixie Where the cotton blooms in spring and snow don't fly I'm gonna rest these chilly bones in southern sunshine
We met in a field of yellow daisies Wild and young and free And she picked a bouquet for me She loved me...she loved me not The daisies didn't
Oh yeah we've got somewhere to go tonight Oh yeah we've got somewhere to go Tie dyed undercurrent paradise You got sequins in your eyes Just turn it up
Die Musik schlie?t dem Menschen ein unbekanntes Reich auf, eine Welt, die nichts gemein hat mit der au?eren Sinneswelt, die ihn umgibt, und in der er
