Story Behind The Song

I was driving down the road in Sonoma country where there are lots of sobriety checkpoints.

Song Description

good for crime scene dark moody on the move bluesy old style country blues/delta blues tune with modern sensibilities guitar/resonator and dobro based

Lyrics

Drivin' down that blacktop, down that two-lane road
Just wanna get back to my guitar, back to my home
Don't know why I stay out so late, cause every time I'm headed home
I feel like I'm dancing on my grave and it worries my weary soul
Yeah it worries my, weary soul.

Refrain:
But I ain't done nothin' wrong (2x) - (short measure)
No I ain't done, nothin' wrong, at all. (walk down on A string 2x short, last one long)

Keep on cruisin', checkin' my speed
Rearview mirror's clear, my fears are unreal
All alone just tryin' to get home (alt: all alone late at night)
Tired and worried they won't leave me alone (alt: on a two lane road w/ no-one in sight)
And I hope I don't get stopped, by the cops.
Refrain

Plagued by thoughts I'd somehow get stopped,
that even sober as a judge it wouldn't be enough
tellin' myself keep your eyes on the road, it's hard enough without this extra load
and I hope I don't get stopped by the cops
Cause I ain't done, nothin'wrong, at all.

Bridge: (walking down A string)
Girl you ain't done nothin' wrong, nothin' bad that you have done
So quit your fussin' and carryin' on, get on out and have some fun,
Cause you ain't done, nothin' wrong, at all.

Drivin' down that blacktop, down that two-lane road
Just wanna get back to my guitar, back to my home
I don't know why I stay out so late, cause every time I'm headed home
I feel like I'm dancin' on my grave and it worries my weary soul
Yeah it worries my, weary soul
cause I ain't done nothin' wrong, at all.

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