Lyrics
"down the highway (part ii)"
(words & music ron leary © 2006)
the rollin hum of the transport trucks
as they’re entering the gateway to the usa
shakin my windows, leavin their soot
gonna go make some goods and sell em back to us
escape the watchful eyes of the small town mind
and the heavy hand from just above the poverty line
take a chance on the 401
and hope you don’t get crushed
drivin down the highway
a cross stands tall remindin
the life it gives it can take away
driftin off may wind you up dead
it took my grandfather and uncle away
leavin fatherless sons
all the while that asshole lived
to drink another day
oh the peacefulness of the wide open road
pulls you along through the hillside
to the right cows graze
remindin of simpler times
drivin down the highway
a cross stands tall remindin
the life it gives it can take away
driftin off may wind you up dead