95 North (Demo)

Well my sweetheart said she’d leave me for that Southern sea

to build herself a new life in those Florida keys

and I was sittin with my elbows dug into my knees

at the edge of the bed

with a knife blood red

Oh, 95-North, won’t you save my soul

and if you get it back to me I’ll pay you somethin bold

cause I got bad remains in the car I ride

and never had enough brains

to tan my hide

and I got one thousand miles in this dirty room

and it’s shinin blue, with the engine moanin through

and at my side is Mother Mary screaming in my ear

and Cain is comin down

in a golden sphere

98-North, no I don’t wanna die,

oh but my wipers can’t keep up with this stormin sky

and I know too well I got it comin to me

I’m just so tired of all that pain

that comes along with being free

And I’m stranded in Virginia at a cheap motel,

with a burden weighing down into the depths of Hell

oh, no, they never told this Yankee bout the dirty South

where the family gets you first

before the law can find out

95 North, won’t ya keep me free

because it seems my past is-a-catchin up with me

and I know too well I should have stayed alone

cause now I’m far from home

with a bag full of bones

and I was awoken in the morning

to a knockin at my door

said there’s a mean-lookin man waitin for you on the first floor

so if you’d come downstairs when you turn that lock

ya just meet him in the lobby, says he’d really love to talk

oh, 95 North, too your arms I run

it seems this man downstairs is-a-waitin with a loaded gun

oh, and I know too well I’ve been a bad, bad man

but I do not intend to die

by another man’s hand

and so I flew down the highway with a voice in my head

it said there ain’t no fearin dyin when you’re better off dead

and all my conscience had caught up to me,

my mind was now so clear

and if it’s justice I’m deserving

well it won’t be justice that I fear

oh, 95 North, wont you take my life

for I’ve been a bad man, and I slain my wife

and though I know I have a grave that’s waitin for us up in Maine

I highly doubt I’ll make it there,

before I’m also slain

Cause in my rearview mirror is a rusty Chevorlet

and it’s got men in every seat, and out of state plates

and they were tailin me for hours, though I tried to let them pass

for all my trials will be over,

once I’m run up out of gas

Oh, 95- North, hope I treated you well

it seems this truck will be behind me at the Fredericksburg Shell

and it’s got four bad men who’d like to take my life

and they each got two shiny guns,

and I got nothin but a knife

Ah, 95-North, won’t you shake my hand

and if this rain ever stops, well I will be a better man

and I know too well I got a heart to hold

and Imma hold it near, and Imma hold it dear