The New Lee Highway Blues (feat. Darol Anger)

All through Northern Oregon

Always by my side

Sleeping in those narrow beds

Then we'd ride

Drinking in those dirty bars

Keeping out of sight

Sleeping in that cold back seat

Then we'd ride

You know that damned road seemed like it went forever

Exhaust fumes made our eyes turn red and swell

With our clothes stuck to the seat and to our bodies

It was a stinkin' summer trip to southern hell

Eating carbonated crap

Churning up inside

Gas-soaked service station johns

Then we'd ride

Silence in the front seat

Trying not to start a fight

Quiet, half-hid cryin'

Then we'd ride

You know you can grow to hate these little one horse towns

With seamy ruby houses long closed down

Nowhere to go but up and down that road

And nothing over there but the same goddamned town

'Nother sour coffee cup

One more piece of cardboard pie

Buy a tooth brush and a change of clothes

Then we'd ride