Blacktop Blues

Hotter than a sun spot Jezebel

Colder than a north pole winter

Thinkin' bout grandma's apple pie

Having Stale Saltine's for dinner

Runnin' like a green broke year old stud

Kickin' up dust and slingin' red mud

Just tryin' not to make the news

No matter what I take I can't shake

These Blacktop Blues

Brother it's on me, no it's on you

I forgot my wallet

It's on you, joke's on me

We both know we ain't got it

Sleepin' in a coffin join' eighty five

Hopin' that the driver gonna stay alive

Till we get to Baton Rouge

In every one horse town they track me down

These Blacktop Blues

Steel Guitar and Diesel fuel

Fill the midnight air

Just enough money to get back home

When the venue takes it's share

Broken dreams and Flying Jay's

Hard to tell the night from day

And when I see her face I know it's true

Turns out I'm not the only one who gets

The Blacktop Blues

Oh, she gets me too