Story Behind The Song

Autobiographical

Song Description

As above...

Lyrics

Hole in the Chicken Wire

See these lines across my face...they're bound by a common thread
Ground in by the winds of time and the blues inside my head
The second son of a workin' man and woman made from steel
I found a hole in the chicken wire and went in search of the real...thing

But hey Mama is that you on the telephone?
Singin' 'Ride Billy Ride....ride till you get back home

The first son was a sailor...he ran away to sea
The first daughter got married young and I never really knew her it seems
My other sister was a Rolling Stones fan...and hey we still hang out
But I've always felt like I never belonged...I just wanted outa ...there

But hey Mama is that you on the telephone?
Singin' 'Ride Billy Ride....ride till you get back home

I found myself in Austin Texas hangin' out at The Armadillo
Smokin' joints and writin' songs...in perfect harmon...eeooooooo
Took a bride in the South of Spain off the coast of Andalucia
Woke up workin' in a nine to five and lookin' for a panacea

But hey Mama is that you on the telephone?
Singin' 'Ride Billy Ride....ride till you get back home


Even with a wife, a son, a dog and my own shed
I always had a hundred pictures swirlin, in my head
Mostly I'd be on a chair in the middle of a big old room
Starin' out at the ocean and singin' cowboy tunes

But hey Mama is that you on the telephone?
Singin' 'Ride Billy Ride....ride till you get back home