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Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers
Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers


Background information
Origin Gainesville, Florida, United States
Genre(s) Rock
Years active 1976—present
Label(s) MCA Records
Associated acts Johnny Cash
Tom Petty
Mudcrutch
Traveling Wilburys
Stevie Nicks
Jeff Lynne
Bob Dylan
Website Website
Members
Tom Petty
Mike Campbell
Benmont Tench
Ron Blair
Scott Thurston
Steve Ferrone
Former members
Stan Lynch
Howie Epstein



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Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers Album


Highway Companion (07/25/2006)
07/25/2006
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I’m passing sleeping cities
Fading by degrees
Not believing all I see to be so

I’m flyin’ over backyards
Country homes and ranches
Watching life between the branches below

And it’s hard to say
Who you are these days
But you run on anyway
Don’t you baby?

You keep running for another place
To find that saving grace

I’m moving on alone over ground that no one owns
Past statues that atone for my sins
There’s a guard on every door
And a drink on every floor
Overflowing with a thousand amens

And it’s hard to say
Who you are these days
But you run on anyway
Don’t you baby?

You keep running for another place
To find that saving grace
Don’t you baby?

You’re rolling up the carpet
Of your father’s two-room mansion
No headroom for expansion no more
And there’s a corner of the floor
They’re telling you is yours
You’re confident but not really sure

And it’s hard to say
Who you are these days
But you run on anyway
Don’t you baby?

You keep running for another place
To find that saving grace

Don’t you baby?

. . .


Had to find some higher ground
Had some fear to get around
You can't say what you don't know
Later I won't work no more

Last time though I hid my tracks
Saw while I could not get back
Yeah my way was hard to find
Can't sell yourself for piece of mind

Square one, my slate is clear
Rest your head on me, my dear
It took a world of trouble, took a world of tears
Took a long time... to get back here

Tried so hard to stand alone
Struggled to see past my nose
Always had more dogs than bones
I could never wear those clothes

It's a dark victory
You won and you also lost
Told her she was satisfied
But it never came across

Square one, my slate is clear
Rest your head on me, my dear
It took a world of trouble, took a world of tears
Took a long time... to get back here

Square one, my slate is clear
Rest your head on me, my dear
It took a world of trouble, took a world of tears
Took a long time... to get back here

Square one, my slate is clear
Rest your head on me, my dear
It took a world of trouble, took a world of tears
and took a long time... to get back here

. . .


A coyote ran across the road
on the move without a home.
A flash of light reminded me of you.
This could well be your last stand.
Hold the sunlight in your hand.
Spread your fingers, feel the sand fall through.
I've done all I can do. Now it's up to you.

You're flirting with time baby
Flirting with time, but maybe,
Time baby, is catching up with you.

Shadowmen talk a real good game.
Every punchline has your name.
You cried out and no one came to you.
I've done all I can do. Now it's up to you.

You're flirting with time baby
Flirting with time, but maybe,
Time baby, is catching up with you.

Should be more to learn from this.
Can't say I know what it is.
No difference tween a hit or miss,
it's true.
I've done all I can do. Now it's up to you.

You're flirting with time baby
Flirting with time, but maybe,
Time baby, is catching up with you.

repeat 2X

. . .


headed back down south
gonna see my daddy's mistress
gonna buy back her forgivness
pay off every witness

One more time down south
sell the family headstones
drag a bag of dry bones
make good on my back loans

so if i come to your door
let me sleep on your floor
i'll give you all i have
and a little more

sleep late down south
look up my former mentors
live off yankee winters
be a landlord and a renter

create myself down south
impress all the women
pretend i'm samuel clemens
wear seersucker and white linens

so if i come to your door
let me sleep on your floor
i'll give you all i have
and a little more

spanish moss down south
spirits cross the dead fields
mosquitoes hit the windshield
all document remain sealed

so if i come to your door
let me sleep on your floor
i'll give you all i have
and a little more

i'll give you all i have
and a little more

. . .


You say what you want to Jack, I'm gonna get my baby back. Trouble came right away, now you say she's gone to stay. Cough it up, hit the street, left without a word to me. Oh Oh, you don't know, how that girl could touch my soul.

You say what you want to Jack, I'm gonna get my baby back.

Suddenly you know my name, say there's only me to blame. It's gonna rain, its gonna shine, gotta stay between the lines. Rollin down a lonely road, you say I should let it go. Wish you would come on down, if you need I'll come around.

You say what you want to Jack, I'm gonna get my baby back.

Used to have a son named Joe, where he gone to I don't know. Maybe down in Mexico, livin off of Pattie's door. If you give me half a chance, I will make her sing and dance. I'm gonna give her all my soul, I'm gonna play her Rock'n Roll.

You say what you want to Jack, I'm gonna get my baby back.

You say what you want to jack, I'm gonna get my baby back.

. . .


Save a dream for me
Words hang in the air
Her demons take the dare
Above the lonely feather circles to the ground
The house don't make a sound

Turn this car around (x2)
I'm goin back

Green and gray and auburn
Gliding down the sky
The devil winks an eye
A figure in the doorway
Shouldering the blame
This ain't without a name

Turn this car around (x2)
I'm goin back (repeats)

Yeah...Hey

The king and queen are loaded
Falling off to sleep
The ground begins to creep
Rockets in the tail lights
Red burns into night
Rolling out of sight

Turn this car around (x2)
I'm goin back

Turn this car around (x2)
I'm goin back

. . .


There's some friends that I know living in this town and I've come far to see them. Gonna track em' down. They live in a brick house painted white and brown.

Left a tip for the maid and I packed up my guitar, dropped my key on the counter, rented a car. Gonna hook up with em' later and go hit the bars.

I need a big weekend. Kick up the dust. Yeah a big weekend. If you don't run, you rust.

Well I may shake your hand but I won't know your name. The joke in your language don't come out the same. There's times when I'm down and there's nothing to blame.

I need a big weekend. Kick up the dust. Yeah a big weekend. If you don't run, you rust.

I can work, I can travel, sleep anywhere, cross every border with nothing to declare. You can look back babe, but it's best not to stare.

I need a big weekend. Kick up the dust. Yeah a big weekend. If you don't run, you rust.

. . .


There's a shadow on the moon tonight
I swear I see your face up there with the satellites
Looking down from outerspace
Me, I'm drifting home again
Headlights in my eyes
Fighting sleep with windows down
Worn out from long goodbyes.

Night driver drifting home again (x2)

You offered up no history when you blew into town
You remain a mystery, no information found I speed dial the judgment call
The near miss hits the ground
The new king hides behind the throne refusing to be crowned.

Night driver drifting home again (x2)

High tide rumbles, pch
My tires losing track
Helicopter circling, wiping overhead
Now I sit and count the days and try to fill my time
There's a shadow on the moon tonight
The dollar gets a dime.

Night Driver Driftin home again (x2)

Home Again

. . .


She don't care about time
Time gets in her way
Fades into the wind
Days roll into days

She's got nothing to hide
And she hides it so well
Keeps broken dreams
To fix up and sell

Damaged by love
Damaged by love
So young
And damaged by love

There's rain on the road
And the faithful have gone
In a crowd all alone
Walking 'round in a song

Damaged by love
Damaged by love
So young
And damaged by love

Eyes down at my door
And she holds out her hand
I love you so deep
But you can't understand

Damaged by love
Damaged by love
So young
And damaged by love
So young
And damaged by love

. . .


Living free is gaining on me
Can't keep ahead of my dreams
My relief turned out a thief
Smooth as rocks in the stream

This old time is a sad affair
You be glad you're not there
It ties your hands
It spikes your drink
I'd say more, but I can't think

Lazy Jim took a bottle with him
Tried to flag down a train
Left a note
Couldn't read what he wrote
A light came on in my brain

This old time is a sad affair
You be glad you're not there
It ties your hands
It spikes your drink
I'd say more, but I can't think

The hills are gold
Mornings are cold
Don't know a soul on the street
I keep to myself like everyone else
Nobody says much to me

Go to bed, fight thoughts in my head
In the two in between wake and sleep
Rats to kill, contracts to fill
It's on ice, but it won't keep


This old time is a sad affair
You be glad you're not there
It ties your hands
It spikes your drink
I'd say more, but I can't think

This old time is a sad affair
You be glad you're not there
It ties your hands
It spikes your drink
I'd say more, but I can't think

. . .


Well, they raised that horse to be a jumper
He was owned by a mid-west bible thumper
His preacher was a Louisiana drummer
Took all winter to get through the summer

The fieldhand hit the switch and stumbled
Outside the big engine roared and rumbled
The stolen horse spooked and tumbled
She didn't speak for a week
Just kinda mumbled

ankle deep in love (x4)

He was caught up in a lie he half believed
Found her hiding high in the family tree
Washed his hands and put her cross his knee
She said daddy "you been a mother to me"

ankle deep in love (x4)

. . .


Well, The Golden Rose sailed with a broken man
Going south
Got on board with a woman to lead him around
By the mouth

And it's goodbye, Golden Rose
Yeah, it's goodbye, Golden Rose

Well, the captain who swears if he speaks at all
Wears a gun
Got a first maid who's never quite on the ball
For his son

And it's goodbye, Golden Rose
Yeah, it's goodbye, Golden Rose

Wish I was back in her arms again
Wish I was holding her tight
Wish I was back in her arms again
Safe from the night

She stood on the shore and she waved to me
'Come back home'
Many a night I would think of her
All alone

And it's goodbye, Golden Rose
Yeah, it's goodbye, Golden Rose

. . .


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