Jamie Ran Aground Out In Ohio

Wife Left For The Great Unknown

He Says He's Gonna Take To The High Road

She Will Find A Place Alone



He Says He Just Could Not Make Her Happy

That He Never Tried So Hard Before

He'd Wake Up First And Make The Coffee

Now The Mornings Were Like War



There's A Barroom For Every Way The Wind Blows

And A Harness For Every Mother's Son

You Pull Your Own Weight Or Else It Pulls You

It Gets Harder The Longer That You Run



Jamie's From The Last Great Breed Of Roadmen

Woody, Jack, And Kerouac And Such

But Here Was A Woman He Would Die For

Beauty No Road Could Ever Touch



The Town Was Nearly Famous For The Glassworks

The Factory Where They Made Hoods For The Klan

There's A Football Hall Of Famer In The Phonebook

There's Only Trouble For An Empty Man



There's A Barroom For Every Way The Wind Blows

And Temptation In Every Substance Known

You Pull Your Own Weight Or Else It Pulls You

It Gets Harder The Older That You've Grown



At Home In The Harley-ridden Poolhalls

I Guess It's Best They Never Had Those Kids

Closer To The Outlaws Then The In-laws

They Said Jamie's Heart Don't Break But I Know It Did

They Said Jamie's Heart Don't Break But I Know It Did



He Will Find Some Refuge In His Music

And A Long Shot That They Will Reconcile

The Meantime Is A Mean Time And He Knows It

Til The Day He's Back Upon The Pile



Now There's Headlights Heading From Ohio

And There's Teardrops Saltier Than Rain

There's Taillights To Tell A Tale Still Tender

And A Cold Wind Blowing Through The Night

There's A Cold Wind Blowing Through The Night