New Lee Highway Blues

by 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 stations johns
And then we'd ride

Silence in the front seat
Tryin not to start a fight
Quiet, half hid cryin
And then we'd ride
You know you can grow to hate
These crummy little one horse towns
With the seamy movie houses, long closed down
Nowhere to go from here but up or down that road
Nothing over there but the same god-damned town
Another sour coffee cup
One more piece of cardboard pie
By a toothbrush and a change of clothes
And then we'd ride