Square Box Chevy Blues

Four bald tires and a tank half full

This ol' box Chevy pickup truck ain't no fancy bull

She groans,she growls but she knows the drill

Run 'til the road fades or the devil stands still

Whiskey in my veins Mary Jane on my lips

Her ghost riding shotgun losing my grip

This ain’t running away it’s letting go

Ol' Square box Chevy pickup truck picks me up and trucks me down the road where I don’t know

The rearview's a graveyard full of shadows and pain Every mile’s a shovel throwing dirt on her name Her perfume still lingers on this worn-out seat I’m chasing the wind where the lost souls meet The engine screams the demons cry

One more bend before I fly A whiskey rebellion in a square box Chevy shifting a three on the tree fighting her ghost Punch the gas kiss the night

Hounds of hell barking they can't keep pace

With a man unchained in a steel horse race

This ol square box Chevy pick up truck growls like a beast Midnight road’s my altar east to least

Got a fifth of Jack black and a bag of haze

Chasing ghosts in the moonlight maze

burning the past in the taillight's bite

not running away I’m letting go

Whiskey burns slow Mary Jane’s my glow

Shadows in the rearview laugh and jeer

Her voice in the wind still cuts too clear

Smoke curls up like a serpent’s prayer

Tires scream loud they don’t care

ain’t chasing freedom I’m chasing the end the road’s my enemy the night’s my friend

not running away I’m letting go

Whiskey burns slow Mary Jane’s my glow

Outrunning demons with nowhere to show

This ol square box Chevy’pickup truck picks me up and trucks me to where I don't know not running away I'm letting go