The Writer Writes - Turn the Page
I have lived every word of this song and felt every note.
I know what it's like to not eat for five days. I didn't have a quarter to buy two hot dogs at the bar we were playing at. And I still had too much pride not to steal one.
I've had to pack up and load out at 3:00am and be on the road by 5:00am and have to drive 800 miles to the next gig.
You stop at a truck stop. You have enough money for something to eat or a pack of smokes. You choose the Camels.
Tomato soup made from ketchup packets and hot water and a pack or two of crackers. That was the meal,
I've woken up beside a girl, and didn't know her name or where the hell I was.
What I remember most is the soul numbing loneliness.
Sing it Bob, you've been there...
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I know what it's like to not eat for five days. I didn't have a quarter to buy two hot dogs at the bar we were playing at. And I still had too much pride not to steal one.
I've had to pack up and load out at 3:00am and be on the road by 5:00am and have to drive 800 miles to the next gig.
You stop at a truck stop. You have enough money for something to eat or a pack of smokes. You choose the Camels.
Tomato soup made from ketchup packets and hot water and a pack or two of crackers. That was the meal,
I've woken up beside a girl, and didn't know her name or where the hell I was.
What I remember most is the soul numbing loneliness.
Sing it Bob, you've been there...
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