Back on the Highway
(recording pending)
Another morning feeling tired & worn,
might’ve had one too many last night
But life on the road’s not the heaviest
load if you know how to play your cards right
It seems famine or feast is the name of
the beast, Gotta save for when pickings get slim
When opportunity knocks you can replenish
your stocks then it’s
Back on the highway again
I know a woman in my home town who's as
crazy as crazy can be
She's not the greatest at loving – but she
gives away samples for free
Well I was riding through town with the
sun going down, caught her silhouette there at the light
A quick bump & grind with our limbs
intertwined an I was
Back on the highway that night
Got no call for religion – saying death
is the wages of sin
Because, as far as I know, we've just
one kick at this show
It's near over before we begin
I don't care how much that you've got
to spend; there are some things that money can't right
You choices are death or dishonour – you won't buy your way out of this fight
Because a sinner's a saint with a new
coat of paint, but the same basic person within
So kindly fill up my glass, tonight
it's strictly first class, 'til it's
Back on the highway again
© Richard Goldman 2017