| Too many nights I've been driving home again Could have been in Mexico by now But i'm sentenced to the Midwest Were we try hard and give our best And die with in a hundred miles of our Baptism And we never dare to jump the schism Between our parent's lives and ours And we're Barstool Cowboys We're the educated undertow Caught in a current as strong as the Ohio We're calm and cool and bitter as hell We're working class stiffs and dried up wells And that ol cornor of the river bend Clings tighter that a wedding ring I'll find my soul on 64 because this time i'm not getting off tonight I'm gonna drive all night Because my anti-hero Tired of being a punky zero Got a degree Wrote a book Started a familiy And 64 will take me to St. Louis And the Mississippi I'll cross And in the great beyond I'll be lost Cause tonight i'm not getting off |
| I-64 |