Songinfo
White Lines is a song written by Soozie Tyrell and released on her 2003 album White Lines. This was E Street Band member Soozie Tyrell's debut album, released on 08 Apr 2003. Bruce Springsteen contributed to the studio recording of two songs on White Lines, White lines and Ste. Genevieve , playing lead guitar on the first and singing backup vocals on the second. The album was recorded at Scullville Studios in Egg Harbor Township, NJ, around May 2002. The complete line-up on this track includes Soozie Tyrell (lead and background vocal, violins, piano, acoustic guitar), Bruce Springsteen (background vocal), Patti Scialfa (background vocal), Jane Scarpantoni (cellos), Tony Garnier (acoustic bass), and Richard Crooks (percussion).
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Bruce on the artist
Bruce Springsteen said about Soozie Tyrell and her album:
"Soozie Tyrell has been one of the best kept secrets of the New York and New Jersey musicians community for a long time. This year she brought the raw beauty of her voice and violin to the E Street band. Here on 'White Lines' she gets a chance to step out and shine on her own. Check it out."
Lyrics
On the wheels of a Chevy, 1964
Dad packed the family and drove from Chesapeake to the Bay of Frisco
All the way we camped beneath the stars, unaware of my folks from civil war
But life seemed good at seven years old with my hand out the car window
Hair blowing back, scooping the wind and the white lines on the road
My two sisters and me in the backseat, we're fighting 'cause we're bored to tears
Wooly Bully blaring on the radio, dad yelling, "I can swing from here"
At a truck stop in Wyoming I got a shrunken head from a vending machine
Yeah life seemed good at ten years old with my hand out the car window
Hair blowing back, scooping the wind and the white lines on the road
Whoah, whoah, oh, whoah
Whoah, whoah, oh, whoah
I'm running out of time
I'm running out of lines
I'm running, running out of road
Dad retired from the service, 1969
Drove to Cape Canaveral and watched Apollo Eleven roar to the heavens
Last two hundred miles to go, I'll need home to be at the end of the road
Well life gets uncertain at twelve years old with my hand out the window
My hair's blowing back, scooping the wind and the white lines on the road
Everything tore lose, 1974
Dad packed the Chevy and drove to a small apartment north of town
I should have seen his pain coming, but mine chose to keep me blind
Life changes hard at seventeen, with my hand reaching out
Trying to ease ma's pain, scooping her tears and running for them white lines on the road
Oh, whoah, oh, whoah
Oh, whoah, oh, whoah
I'm running out of time
I'm running out of lines
I'm running, running out of road
On the wheels of a Chevy, 1999
Left a gig in Boston, hoping to make New York by five A.M.
Six piece band is my family and home is where we can get some sleep
Life sure ain't changed at forty-two, still got my hand out the window
My hair's blowing back, still trying to catch them white lines on the road
Whoah, whoah, oh, whoah
Oh, whoah, oh, whoah
I'm running out of time
I'm running out of lines
I'm running, running out of road
Oh, whoah, oh, whoah
Whoah, whoah, oh, whoah
Oh, whoah, oh, whoah
Oh, whoah, oh, whoah