Roadkill

Well, I’m south of Kerrville, I’m west of Bandera.
And the headlights, they search for everything outside.
And the radio sings about a hill-country-girl
But I just wish I had you, with me here tonight.
Cus it’s crazy out here, and the moon’s always full.
It’s not a laugh in a fast lane, it’s a raging bull.
You gotta be like a wizard, gotta be like a witch.
Not to end up with a roadkill down in the ditch.
I’ve played churches in Waco, and bars up on Greenland.
And strange-smelling coffee-houses, in Amsterdam.
Played to the northern lights, and the midnight sun.
And still something tells me, I’ve only just begun.
Cus it’s crazy out here, and the moon’s always full.
It’s not a laugh in a fast lane, it’s a raging bull.
You gotta be like a wizard, gotta be like a witch.
Not to end up with a roadkill down in the ditch.
I’m cheated and beaten, I’m battled and bruised.
But I saw Lucinda Williams Play, Baton Rouge
Had the polices gone through the stonian woods.
And I saw Johnny, we were playing Johnny B Goode
And it’s crazy out there, and the moon’s always full.
It’s not a laugh in a fast lane, it’s a raging bull.
You gotta be like a wizard, gotta be like a witch.
Not to end up with a roadkill down in the ditch.
You gotta be like a wizard, gotta be like a witch.
Not to end up with a roadcrew down in the ditch.
Not to end up with a roadkill down in the ditch.
Not to end up with a roadcrew down in the ditch