(Harpy, thought I'd save you some typing. Lifted this by ear from the recording. On the lines with (?) maybe if you have the actual lyrics you can correlate it with what I've typed.)


NEW LEE HIGHWAY BLUES
David Bromberg


All through Northern Oregon,
Always, at my side
Sleepin', in those narrow beds,
And then we'd ride.

Drinkin' in those dirty bars,
Keepin' out of sight
Sleepin' in that cold back seat,
And then we'd ride.

You know that goddamned 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 through southern hell

Eating carbonated crap
Churning up inside
Gas soaked service station jocks (?) And then we'd ride.

Silence in the front seat,
Tryin' not to start a fight
Quiet (not sure of the rest of this line?) And then we'd ride.

You know you can grow to hate these little crummy one horse towns,
With their seamy movie houses long closed down
No where to go from here but up or down that road
And nothing over there but the same goddamned town

Another sour coffee cup
One more piece of cardboard pie
Buy a toothbrush and a change of clothes
And then we'd ride.