Highway
Now there was a man in Texas state,
I never knew his name.
He came along and may I just say,
This little town was never the same.
He rode on in, his leather skin,
So battle worn and weary;
But by the time he had told me his tale,
I saw this world, oh so much more clearly.
He spoke of times he’d ride at night,
Out into the wild blue yonder.
His final words as he tipped his hat,
We’re “The Devil’s looking at you kid…last a little longer.”
And with that, his day was done.
Never to be seen again in this life time.
My only memory of the man with the gun,
Was spinning out of time…
At six foot two and ten past three, he slowly walked along.
His boots they clinked, the smoke it plumed,
As he whistled his sad song.
The people tell me he was a ghost, I saw inside my head;
But I know the truth, so I’ll tell it to you,
Ain’t nothing quite like the knowledge you get at the end…
He said one day he would return,
When I have seen better days.
He never said when he was coming back,
But somehow I knew; I would see him again.
I have travelled this land and land beyond,
Trying to forget;
But still, I hear his whistle, I hear that song;
I hear the words I will never forget.
He said there are only two roads
And one is travelled more than most;
So one day I’ll ask you to decide,
Which way you want to go.
If you choose right, you’ll see the light,
But of course, most people don’t.
Think carefully before you say your goodbyes…
There ain’t no coming back from where we need to go…
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