The Ghosts of Highway 20

I know this road like the back of my hand Same with the stations, on the FM band Farms and truck stops, firework stands I know this road like the back of my hand Southern secrets still buried deep Brooding and restless 'neath the cracked concrete If you where from here, you would defend me To the death along with the ghost of highway 20 I went through hell when I was younger Deep in the well you'll see the hunger To find the strength I got within me To wrestle with the ghost of highway 20 Been sixty years, I don't want for nothing But my tears, they keep on coming And my fears continue to haunt me Along with the ghost of highway 20 I know this road like the back of my hand Same with the stations, on the FM band Farms and truck stops and firework stands I know this road like the back of my hand Who I am now to who I was then I knew somehow I'd come back again No doubt about it, I'm next of kin To all the ghosts along highway 20 Run down motels, faded billboards Used cars for sale, the rusty junkyards This two lane blacktop will never let me Let go of the ghost along highway 20 And I have seen the signs that say We're closing in on the final days But I got nothing to repent My saving grace is with the ghost of highway 20 I know this road like the back of my hand Same with the stations, on the FM band Farms and truck stops and firework stands Yeah I know this road like the back of my hand Every question and every breath Every exit leaves a little death In its wake a memory That will wander with the ghost of highway 20 Yeah I know this road like the back of my hand Same with the stations, on the FM band Farms and truck stops and firework stands I know this road like the back of my hand And I have seen the signs that say We're closing in the final days But I got nothing left to report My saving grace is with the ghost of highway 20 Yeah my saving grace is with the ghost of highway 20 Yeah my saving grace is with the ghost of highway 20