Ghosts of Highway 20 - Lucinda Williams

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 were from here you would defend me to the death

Along with the ghosts of highway twenty

I went through hell when I was younger

Deep in the well you’ll see the hunger

To find the strength I’ve got within me

To wrestle with the ghosts of highway twenty

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 ghosts of highway twenty

Who I am now is who I was then

I knew some how I’d come back again

No doubt about it, I’m next of kin

To all the ghosts along highway twenty

Run down motels and faded billboards

Used cars for sale and rusty junkyards

This two lane blacktop will never let me

Let go of the ghosts along highway twenty

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 ghosts of highway twenty

Every question, every breath

Every exit leaves a little death

In its wake a memory

That will wander with the ghosts of highway twenty

And I have seen the signs that say

We’re closing in on the final days

But I’ve got nothing to repent

My saving grace is with the ghosts of highway twenty

My saving grace is with the ghosts on highway twenty

My saving grace is with the ghosts on highway twenty