Miles (with My Mama)

Spray a little ether in the breather and hope she cranks

Pour a little Folgers from the thermos and take a drink

Hard-pack them Marlboro Reds

Check the oil and the recap treads

Little Rock'n'roller on the radio

You're gonna miss your boys but it's time to go

Put eighteen hours on eighteen wheels

With little white pills nippin' at your heels

Like some outlaw asphalt cowboy in the wind

Ridin' high till you run out

It's an uphill battle just gearin' down

Tryna to get somewhere on a road that just don't end

Racin' time and losin' miles you'll never get back again

Whoa

Whoa

Little boy wishin' he was fishin' in his dreams

Never got to know you too good

Now he says things he don't mean

Ya couldn't make a good thing last

Always had to go so fast

But age caught up, slowed you down

And the days, they just fly by now

Like eighteen hours on eighteen wheels

With little white pills nippin' at your heels

Like some outlaw asphalt cowboy in the wind

Ridin' high till you run out

It's an uphill battle just gearin' down

Tryna to get somewhere on a road that just don't end

Racin' time and losin' miles you'll never get back again

Whoa

Well this cat in the cradle never got a silver spoon

Now I run the roads just like you

There's cities between her and me and a real-life

Man, I swear that it feels like

Eighteen hours on eighteen wheels

With little white pills nippin' at my heels

Like some outlaw asphalt cowboy in the wind

Ridin' high till I run out

It's an uphill battle just gearin' down

Tryna to get somewhere on a road that just don't end

Racin' time and losin' miles I'll never get back again

Whoa