When I was 17, I called the road my own
So many sights to see, I turned every stone
I burned the midnight oil, I burned the candle wax
With fire in my veins and no one on my back
One night found myself around New Orleans way
I picked up a rider, whose name he did not say
He clicked his long clean nails upon the window dash
I got a funny feeling when he flashed his leather skin of ash
Now that devil moon won't light my way
Now that devil moon won't light my way
Now that devil moon won't light my way
And I can't find no one to show the way
He traveled with no bags, just an old fedora and an ivory cane
He looked me in the eye and said, "Friend, you will never be the same"
I laughed to his face and put him right back on the road
Then I realized I had nowhere to run,
Then I realized I had no where to go
And I've been driving hard
Through the wind and rain
Looking for a friend
But nobody knows my name
Driving in the dark, ended up at my father's home
With no answer at the door, thought I was all alone
Then I heard a scratching sound and through the windowpane
He looked me in the eye and said, "Friend, you'll never be the same"
