'Cause when I leave this town I won't be back no more, no more I got the key to the highway, Billed out and bound to go I'm gonna leave here running people Because walking is most too slow I'm going back, to the border Before they put up the fence Where

I've grown tired of traveling alone Tired of traveling alone Won't you ride with me? Won't you ride? And I've grown tired of traveling alone Mountains rough this time of year Close the highway down They don't warn the town And I've been fighting second

Hell bent, hell bent for leather There's many who tried to prove that they're faster But they didn't last and they died as they tried Seek him here, seek him on the highway Never knowing when he'll appear All await, engine's ticking over Hear the roar as

A man appeared before Wells Fargo Wells Fargo's stage driver man Wearing long white linen And a dust flour sack over his head They call him Black Bart P08 The highway bandit poetry man Leaving his poem, disappeared Like a ghost on his own, all on his own

Life pulled on like a limo under the highway after the prom Time ran down like a scoreboard on the last Hail Mary bomb My heart's still stuck at a stop light With you sittin' there next to me And the red light won't turn green Yeah, it won't turn green,

Hold me closer tiny dancer Count the headlights on the highway Lay me down in sheets of linen You had a busy day today Blue jean baby, L.A. lady Pretty eyed, pirate smile She was the seamstress for the band She'll marry a music man Ballerina, you must

Everything comes back to you Over and over the only truth Drive highways and byways to be there with you And I want to tell you everything The words I never got to say the first time around And I remember everything From when we were the children playing

I got the key to the highway, Billed out and bound to go. Walking is most too slow. I'm going back to the border Woman, where I'm better known. You know you haven't done nothing, I'm gonna leave here running Drove a good man away from home. When the moon

And there's nothing wrong with me This is how I'm supposed to be In a land of make believe That don't believe in me City of the dead At the end of another lost highway Signs misleading to nowhere City of the damned Lost children with dirty faces today

When you knocked upon my door Down by the highway side Early this morning Early this morning, ooh And I said "hello Satan I believe it's time to go" Me and the Devil Was walkin' side-by-side Me and the Devil, ooh