The Roads Never End Raised in a two-tone railroad town trucks east and west, one colour of people monotone as the wheat fields old time religion and rusted cars rotting in the cattail ditches sons of bitches, could not get away fast enough I'm just one face in a kaleidoscope now I'm glad to meetcha Mr Wong Mr Crowfoot Mr Poitras glad to be here wherever I am hope to see the sun rise a few thousand more times hope to be passin’ through on another day all the old shithole towns strung like beads on the old mainline, the No 1, longest highway so damn long sometimes no longer matters where I once came from, just matters that I keep on movin’ Al
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