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Nancy McCallion - Moon Over the Interstate lyrics
Moon over the interstate the rattle of the doors My mama drives a pack of junk she calls “that god damn Ford” The wages of a mother’s sin is being pulled from school again Rent is due and home is now the road She was a pale haired beauty with her hands upon her hips A smile of expectation and a curse upon her lips She never saw the moon ‘till it was high above her head Cause that’s the kind of hours she worked and that’s the life she led White trash in a wagon on a Texas four lane A suitcase and a past’s our only load Oh take me, take me, take me, you fool road I’ve seen hope on mama’s face and I have seen hope die Seen her try to settle in and seen her say good-bye Cause Mama she knows how to want and she knows how to grieve And she knows how to love as well as she knows how to leave With every brand new town there are a thousand brand new lights A thousand hopes and dreams that lie and wait for you tonight There ain’t no call to shed a tear or linger on what’s passed The cure ain’t in a bottle, it’s a foot upon the gas |
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