Thousand mile night, Mobile to Michigan
Old radio plays, but nobody listenin'
Who's gonna hold her when you cross the stateline
Fingers on the wheel like birds on a grapevine
High beam moonlight out on the dash
Thousand mile night, gonna make it less
Mississippi preacher smokin' in the backseat
Riding through the Badlands, cornfields, buckwheat
Tail light missing like a gold tooth bar fight
Axel gettin' creaky, come on somethin' don't feel right
High beam, moonlight out on the dash
Thousand mile night, gonna make it less
Bowling Green coffee burning on the inside
Motel waitress looks good from the left side
Kokomo clouds rollin' like a freight train
Drunk on miles, spun on black rain
High beam, moonlight out on the dash
Thousand mile night, gonna make it less
Thousand mile night, Mobile to Michigan
Brother in the pine box, mother in kitchen
Shotgun funeral, death, and dirty dishes
Old radio plays, but nobody listenin'
Old radio plays, but nobody listenin'
Old radio plays, but nobody listenin'
Old radio plays, but nobody listenin'
