210 (It's Over)

With my head hung low, by the old light pole on main street

As I sit back to wait on the 210

My eyes are wide, my mouth is shut, and I don’t know if I can speak too much

As I throw my two dimes into the bin now.

The rain fell soft on the wheels as we got movin’, and I don’t know if I’ll be back again

For what I know, and what you don’t, will burn this whole place up in smoke

If I set foot back on this old 210.

I shot down my baby and her lover there

And I’ve still got the blood left on my hands.

It won’t be long until they find the evidence I left behind

But the blood that’s on my hands, it ain’t all mine

I stept off the bus in San Diego.

Went and grabbed my bags they held below.

My blood is runnin’ colder and the sun is on my shoulders

Only 20 miles to go till Mexico.

I shot down my baby and her lover there

And I’ve still got the blood on my hands

It won’t be long until they find the evidence I left behind

But the blood that’s on my hands, it ain’t all mine.