Smoke On the Highway

Oh

Roll one up in the backseat, we can

Go

Go riding around this ghost-town, I smell

Smoke

Smoke on the Highway

With you right beside me

They built a mall on Iroquois burial ground

There's nothing sacred in this God-forsaken town

We drive past MacCormick Prison out on 79

Getting high

Just you and I

Two young hooligans

Best friends on a suicide mission

Too young to pretend

There's anything better

And I said

Oh

Roll one up in the backseat, we can

Go

Go riding around this ghost-town, I smell

Smoke

Smoke on the Highway

With you right beside me

With you right beside me

Lost his job last week bagging groceries at the P&C

They caught him stealing ribeyes, high on percs and OC's

We all laughed when we saw his pants were stained with blood

It's a tough break

When you play for high steaks

Two young hooligans

Best friends on a suicide mission

Too young to pretend

There's anything better

And I said

Oh

Roll one up in the backseat, we can

Go

Go riding around this ghost-town, I smell

Smoke

Smoke on the Highway

With you right beside me

Oh

Roll one up in the backseat, we can

Go

Go riding around this ghost-town, I smell

Smoke

Smoke on the Highway

With you right beside me