Return of the Grievous Angel Songtext

von Gram Parsons

Won't you scratch my itch sweet Annie Rich And welcome me back to townCome out on your porch or I'll step into your parlorAnd I'll show you how it all went downOut with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angelsAnd a good saloon in every single townOh, and I remember something you once told meAnd I'll be damned if it did not come trueTwenty thousand roads I went down, down, downAnd they all lead me straight back home to you'Cause I headed West to grow up with the countryAcross those prairies with the waves of grainAnd I saw my devil, and I saw my deep blue seaAnd I thought about a calico bonnet from Cheyenne to TennesseeWe flew straight across that river bridge, last night a half past twoThe switchman wave his lantern goodbye and so long as we went rolling throughBillboards and truckstops pass by the grievous angelAnd now I know just what I have to doAnd the man on the radio won't leave me aloneHe wants to take my money for something that I've never been shownAnd I saw my devil, and I saw my deep blue seaAnd I thought about a calico bonnet from Cheyenne to TennesseeThe news I could bring I met up with the kingOn his head an amphetamine crownHe talked about unbuckling that old bible beltAnd lighted out for some desert townOut with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angelsAnd a good saloon in every single townOh, but I remembered something you once told meAnd I'll be damned if it did not come trueTwenty thousand roads I went down, down, downAnd they all lead me straight back home to youTwenty thousand roads I went down, down, downAnd they all lead me straight back home to you