From the recording Surviving The Dream
F. Scott Fitzgerald is a song about being on the road with someone you love, in a car old enough to have an ashtray, listening to Jerry Reed and Kris Kristofferson through a cassette adapter.
Lyrics
You’re staring in the rearview, but you’re not looking back
Just putting your makeup on
The loose change in the ashtray we’re saving for the tollway
Rattles like a tambourine to the rhythm of every song
And the road says “welcome home”
You’ve got an old soul, but you’re not alone
We’re gonna sing all those songs about highways and freedom
And make up a few of our own
Make up a few of our own
Moving like the ever-changing scenery around us
Constant as a coffee stain on an old gas station map
If you’re looking for your roots, kick the dust off of your boots
And throw your suitcase in the back
Chorus
You with your notebook and me with my tobacco
You’re writing poetry and I’m just blowing smoke
Tell me again about F Scott Fitzgerald
And I’ll tell another corny joke
Chorus