The Ghosts of Highway 20 - Lucinda Williams

I know this road like the back of my hand

Same with the stations only FM band

Farms and truck stops firework stands

I know this road like the back of my hand

Southern secrets still buried deep

Rooting and restless 'neath the cracked concrete

If you where from here you would fear me

To the death along with the ghost of highway 20

I went through hell when I was younger

Deep in the well you'll see the hunger

To find the strength I got within me

To wrestle with the ghost of highway 20

Been sixty years I don't want for nothing

But my tears they keep on coming

And my fears continue to haunt me

Along with the ghost of highway 20

I know this road like the back of my hand

Same with the stations only FM band

Farms and truck stops and firework stands

I know this road like the back of my hand

Farms and truck stops and firework stands

I know this road like the back of my hand

No doubt about it a Mexican

To the ghost of highway 20

Run down motels faded billboards

Used cars for sale the rusty junkyards

This two lane blacktop will never let me

Let go of the ghost along highway 20

And I have seen the signs that say

We're closing in on the final days

But I got nothing to repent

The saving grace is worth the ghost of highway 20

I know this road like the back of my hand

Same with the stations only FM band

Farms and truck stops and firework stands

Yeah I know this road like the back of my hand

Every question and every breath

Every exit leaves a little death

In this way a memory

That will wander with the ghost of highway 20

Yeah I know this road like the back of my hand

Same with the stations only FM band

Farms and truck stops and firework stands

I know this road like the back of my hand

And I have seen the signs that say

We're closing in the final days

But I got nothing left to report

A saving grace is with the ghost of highway 20

That my saving grace is with the ghost of highway 20

Yeah my saving grace is with the ghost of highway 20