"DEAD ARMADILLO" [2016]


Dead armadillo on the side of the road

As I cut through Lake o’ the Pines

His limbs gone stiff, his blood gone cold

‘Neath the Texas sun on high

I’m gunnin’ for Shreveport like a bayou bullet

Gotta make it to Florida tonight

The American Dream is a dark red curtain

Pullin’ 3000 miles behind

 

Oh

Don’t follow me

For where this road goes

I can’t see

Oh

Please don’t follow me

For where this road goes

God if I know

 

Standin’ in Macon, gettin’ baked in an alley

With my name in the marquee lights

She call me to say she hope I’m stayin’ awake

That I get to Oklahoma all right

Lord knows I’m payin’ my dues, singin’ roadhouse blues

With a sweet, broken girl on my mind

The American Dream is gas-station cream

Cold coffee, and a long white line

 

Oh

Don’t follow me

For where this road goes

I can’t see

Oh

Please don’t follow me

For where this road goes

Good God if I know

I don't know

 

Oh

Don’t follow me

For where this road goes

I can’t see

Oh

Please don’t follow me

For like the dead armadillo

Stretched out ‘neath the willow

I’m finally free