Capo 2
[Verse]
I m a fly by night stealer, a folk singing junkie
I get high when I can t find my way
I heard Colorado is good to my kind
Maybe I ll go there someday
Well my rhymes are getting tired and my allusions are worn
I m a preacher with nothing to say
So talk to me Dylan, show me a sign
Before I get carried away
[Chorus]
Angels and highways and old mountain songs
The mandolin plays and the tremolo s long
Cloudy next mornings crawl under the night s parade
It s a hell of a ride, this wild eyed serenade
[Verse]
Heroes and villains, black and while ramblers
Sinners they re just trying to hide
Movers and shakers who talk too damn loud
When I just want to stop for the night
[Chorus]
Angels and highways and old mountain songs
The mandolin plays and the tremolo s long
Cloudy next mornings crawl under the night s parade
It s a hell of a ride, this wild eyed serenade
[Instrumental]
[Verse]
Melodies linger off in the distance, and mix with those words in my head
The phones still ringing why won t she answer It must have been something I said
[Chorus]
Angels and highways and old mountain songs
The mandolin plays and the tremolo s long
Cloudy next mornings crawl under the night s parade
It s a hell of a ride, this wild eyed serenade
[Outro]
It s a hell of a ride, all the lows and the highs, this wild eyed serenade.