Robber’s Highway Songtext
von 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 of crack
Fields of cotton, fields of clay
Sun going down on the robbers′ 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