State Line Blues

The sign says welcome. The sign says goodbye. Same old highway Under a different sky. I cross the border With the radio low. Chasing a tail light I used to know. I've been riding shotgun since Tulsa town. Watching the mile markers counting down. She don't talk much, but her hands know the Wheel. Every state line's a wound that won't heal. State line blues. State line blues. Another town we didn't choose. The engine hums a lonesome tune. Underneath a borrowed moon. The map is folded. The map is torn. I've been driving since before the dawn. Every mile a memory I shed. Every state a ghost I left for dead. State line blues. State line blues. Another town we didn't choose. The engine hums a lonesome tune. Underneath a borrowed moon.