Dean Martin
Dean Martin
Dean Martin
Dean Martin
Dean Martin
Dean Martin
Dean Martin
Dean Martin
Dean Martin
Dean Martin
Dean Martin
Dean Martin
Headed down life's crooked road
Lots of things there that I never knowed
Because of me not knowin' I now pine
Trouble got right on my trail
I spent the next five years in jail
Should have read that detour sign
Detour, there's a muddy road ahead
Detour, paid no mind to what it said
Detour, all these bitter things I find
Should have read that detour sign
Well when I got to the place
Where that sign told be about my face
Well, I figured all of my worries were behind
But the farther I go
I find more chug holes there in the road
I should have read that detour sign
Detour, there's a muddy road ahead
Detour, paid no mind to what it said
Detour, all these bitter things I find
Should have read that detour sign
Well, I got stuck down in the mud
All my hopes fell there with a thud
I felt like my heartstrings were made of twine
I had no power to get
From that hole I was in yet
I should have read that detour sign
Detour, there's a muddy road ahead
Detour, paid no mind to what it said
Detour, all these bitter things I find
Should have read that detour sign
Should have read that detour sign
Detour was written by Paul Westmoreland.