Four bald tires and a tank half full
This ol' square box Chevy pickup truck ain't no fancy bull
She groans,she growls she knows the drill
Run 'til the road fades or the devil stands still
Sour mash in my veins Mary Jane on my lips
Her ghost riding shotgun losing my grip moon shine on the dash begging to be sipped
This ain’t running away it’s letting go
This 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, engine screams the demons cry
One more bend before I fly A whiskey rebellion a puff puff pass back to my self as the moon shine reflects ghost of the past off the dash,out running demons shifting a three on the tree fighting her ghost Punch the gas kiss the night hold on and let go
Hounds of hell barking they can't keep pace
With a man unchained in a steel horse race
This ol' square box Chevy growls like a beast Midnight road’s my altar east to least
a half empty mason jar of grandad's apple pie rides on the dash a half empty bottle of sour mash sets on my lap a bag of haze blowing smoke rings in a moonlight hazey glaze "whiskey,moon- shine and Mary Jane,my compass my guide tonight
Chasing ghosts in the moonlight maze
burning the past in the taillight's bite
Ain't running away I’m letting go tonight
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 the moon shine lights the way to where I don't care
Out running demons with nowhere to show,sour mash,Mary Jane losing control in the moon shine glow
This ol' square box Chevy’pickup truck picks me up trucks me down the road to where I don't know not running away I'm letting go as the static from the out of tuned radio humms a hunting harmonica melody of the ol' square box Chevy blues
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