Robber's Highway - John Hiatt

Can’t feel the fingers of one hand

Last night felt like a three-night stand

Mouth full of cotton, feet of clay

I didn’t plan on waking up today

I had heart, wheels and wings

Now I don’t have any of these things

Come and get me, Jesus, I don’t know

Come and get me 'cause I can’t go

I lost my brothers, I lost my friends

Only one way this thing ends

Cheap and dirty in a bad motel

Wondering what it was you used to do so well

I had words, chords and strings

Now I don’t have any of these things

Come and get me, Jesus, I don’t know

Come and get me 'cause I can’t go

Shirt and pants, coffee black

Open up the shade a crack

Fields of cotton, fields of clay

Sun going down on a Robber’s Highway

Winds that whistle, birds that sing

I’ve no understanding of any of these things

Come and get me, Jesus, I don’t know

Come and get me 'cause I can’t go