"Well, only got an hour of daylight left. Better get started" "Isn't it unsafe to travel at night?" "It'll be a lot less safe to stay here, your father's gunna pick up our trail before long" "Can Loca ride?" "Yeah, I can ride, Margaret, time to go!

Dust and diesel Rise like incense from the road Smoke of offering For the revolution morning Battered buses jammed up to the roof Dust and diesel the prevailing themes Farmer sleeping on the truck in front Feet trailing over like he's trolling for dreams

In a vapor trail, in a vapor trail Swept away like voices in a hurricane Horizon to horizon Memory written on the wind Washed away like footprints in the rain Stratospheric traces of our transitory flight Trails of condensation held In narrow paths of

I got to keep movin', I got to keep movin' Blues fallin' down like hail, blues fallin' down like hail Hmmm-mmm, blues fallin' down like hail, blues fallin' down like hail And the days keeps on worryin' me There's a hellhound on my trail, hellhound on my

But neon tiger there's a lot on your mind Away, away, away Under the heat of the southwest sun Under the heat of Far from the evergreen of old Assam Far from the rainfall on the trails of old Saigon straight from the poster town of scorn and ritz To

I'm still haunted by the best years of The best years of my life 'Cause I was caught up in the crime It's a loaded memory Yeah, it kills me every time And I'm trying not to scream but it's eating me alive A pocket full of pills and a forty in my mouth

Somebody had to set a bad example Teach all the prim and propers what not to do Nobody around here wants to ramble What the hell, that's what I was born to do Those swanky big brick houses don't amuse me I live in a trailer but I drive a Cadillac I ain't

Alone, twenty millions years from my place. A slide, on the starlight. Watch out, a new planet right on my trail The space, oh oh it's mine I'm lost, in an infinite night trip. The sun, could make me blind. I wish, I could bring a girl to my ship. And

I got to keep movin', I got to keep movin' Blues fallin' down like hail, blues fallin' down like hail Hmmm-mmm, blues fallin' down like hail, blues fallin' down like hail And the days keeps on worryin' me There's a hellhound on my trail, hellhound on my

Gonna move up to the country Paint my mailbox blue Paint some trailin' vines and dew Well, come here, baby Sugar, let your papa take you by the hand Put some flowers on it, baby You know I'm leavin' LA, baby Don't you know this smog's got me down? I'm