Out on the Highway Songtext
von The Everybodyfields

Out on the highway, son, be careful
Your mother sure loves you
The smell of liquor and gasoline
You knew then what you were born to do
They put Roosevelt in office
And he took the farm and the family had to go
We don′t have to do much farming
For the corn mash or the copper or the oak trees

Two years ago this April
About the time when he made that first run

It was just to Carolina
But I was thinking of this awful thing I'd done


Back home in Kentucky
It was sundown when he slipped right through the door
He was wide-eyed and sweaty
And he said he would be ready by the morn
We made whiskey in the morning
We made whiskey morning, noon and night
When you were at home
It was the only sleep your mother got at night
She just sat there by the window
Crying, "Boy, oh, when you coming home?"

And at night I see her there
On her knees and in her prayer
She said, "Oh Jesus, don′t leave us here alone"

Sixty miles an hour after midnight
He roared that county line
There were patrol cars in the bushes
They were waiting for just the right time
They turned the lights on and the curve in
The Plymouth started swerving left to right
And it sounded like a cannon
As the shotguns, they ripped apart the night

Let his soul rest in Kentucky
Where he won't have to be lucky anymore
I can still hear him laughing
About the police he outran the night before
Bullets in the store

Out on the highway, son, be careful
Your mother sure loves you


The weekend's over, you′ve been up since dawn
You brush your teeth and put the cat back home
Life is a drag and your lunch bag
Lets you know this morning′s fish ain't laying on the docks again

You can go down by the water
Hold hands with a woman or a man, it doesn′t matter
Watch the rain through the window pane as it goes
Pitter patter
No, it doesn't matter

If you call it lunch or call it afternoon
Kick back and listen, we′ll be here 'til two
It′s the worker's playtime with Kathy Clark to play for you

You can go down by the water
Hold hands with a woman or a man, it doesn't matter
Watch the rain through the window pane as it goes
Pitter patter
No, it doesn′t matter

If you call it dinner, call it evening time
Kick back and listen, we′ll be here 'til nine
It′s the worker's playtime with Kathy Clark to play for you

It′s the worker's playtime with Kathy Clark
Don′t drink Mountain Dew