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HIGHWAY 81 'Cause he only comes out at night Others say that he don't eat lunch 'Cause it ruins his appetite But we both know him better Better than we know we should That's why we don't need to ask Why they think he's such a hood The facts to me speak plainly Of a misbegotten youth Of days and nights of journey And running from the truth On the road that falls from Fargo And drips across the states And ends down in Laredo At the border crossing gates HIGHWAY 81 Don't lead back to where we come from It was somewhere on that highway It was somewhere on that road Somehow we re-discovered That this "game" was getting old Began in southern Kansas Winfield to be exact Head 20 miles west to the Interstate 35 then straight on back Back to Minneapolis Back to my sweet home Back to friends and family "Big Bobbie" and Mr. Jerome All of them will be waiting For money and with advice 'Cause Sam the booking agent Has been naming his own price I think that me and Joey T. Should rearrange our plan Unless of course we find the cash To disconnect us from "The Man" "The Man" is Joey's uncle But don't spread that around 'Cause we need sometime to get refueled Before we head on out of town HIGHWAY 81 Don't lead back to where we come from Next time we may get lucky And get sent up to Duluth Then Joey T. won't need a bed He can stay with his Auntie Ruth She's living in Superior Above her general store Late at night he'll sneak on down To see what he can score Last time it was just hot dogs And we supplied the buns But Batman ate his uncooked And suffered with the runs Right now he's still driving We're sleeping while he drives When we wake up we'll be back home And we'll straighten out our lives HIGHWAY 81 Don't lead back to where we come from Let me think for a minute An exit must be found I'll call up Alexander He knows his way around Alexander's got some money At least his parents did I hope he don't remember Back when he was just a kid Back then he was much smaller And we scarred him like a knife Joey T. locked him in an army trunk That almost took his life That was then and this is now Now we need his helping hand I'll tell him he can hang out with us If he pays off "The Man" HIGHWAY 81 Don't lead back to where we come from Suddenly the sun came up Or so it did appear Shining through the windshield Or off the rear-view mirror The van was stopped, we were all asleep "Batman" was at the wheel Sleeping like a baby hog On a bed of chrome and steel The day's begun, we must be home, That's what I still believed But something strange was going on I wasn't too relieved Out the window in plain sight Row upon row of crops A small dirt road where farmers drive That's where the "Batman" stops That's when all the "glamour" Starts shedding it's appeal Stranded in a cornfield It all seems too unreal If I can find my way back home I'll quit this life of crime I swear I'll lead a "saner" life Just show me a highway sign HIGHWAY 81 Don't lead back to where we come from HIGHWAY 81 Don't lead back to where we come from HIGHWAY 81 Don't lead back to where we come from |
Hwy. 81 the True Story
(with map)