Son Of A Highway Daughter

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 among the road
And I went down to Dublin County
Where I found God in a bottle of wine
And I headed up north thinkin' 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
Layin' in my bed
She was breathin' fire, I was a worn-out tire
Tryin' to brush her ash outside of my head
It was an easy game, nothin' in the chase
Needed somethin' 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've been waitin' on the days to rain
And I was lookin' to find any reason to hide
But no reason ever came
And all of the lonesome sounds of the streetlights
Pushin' strangers along their way
That town kept callin' me, that town kept callin' me
That town kept callin' me, but that town kept callin' me
That town kept callin' me, that town kept callin' me
That town kept callin' me, yeah, yeah
Yeah
I'm the son of a highway daughter, born in gasoline