Son Of A Highway Daughter - Ruston Kelly

I’m the son of a highway daughter

Born in gasoline

I traced the steps of my foolish father

And danced with the devil in Galilee

It was a cold winter, ice above the water

And nails stuck between my toes

So I pried out and I buried my doubt

In all the women along the road

And I went down to Dublin County

Where I found God in a bottle of wine

And I headed up north thinking I could find

Any work or peace of mind

Nobody sells that around here too much anymore

I woke up stoned with a bag of bones

Laying in my bed

She was breathing fire, I was a worn out tire

Trying to brush her ash outside of my head

It was an easy game, nothing in the chase

Needed something just a little more cold

So I traded her in for a bag of sin

And I headed on down the road

And I got lost in California

Where I’d been waiting on the days to rain

But I was looking to find any reason to hide

But no reason ever came

And all of the lonesome sounds of the streetlight

Pushing strangers along their way

That town kept calling me

That town kept calling me

That town kept calling me

But, that town kept calling me

That town kept calling me

That town kept calling me

That town kept calling me, yeah

Yeah, yeah

I’m the son of a highway daughter

Born in gasoline