Charles de Lint - The Lost Highway | Текст песни

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• Charles de Lint
• The Lost Highway

This particular "lost highway" runs between Westport and MacDonald's Corners, Ontario and it was indeed a dark and stormy night as MaryAnn, her sister Jane and I drove to a Fred Eaglesmith show one evening. We didn't see any car crashes or ghosts, but alas, there were lots of suicide frogs.

They say the devil lives up the line
Got himself a place where the sun don't shine, you see
He's making whiskey out of people's souls
The kind that die young and never get old--not me

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I hear a voice and it's calling, high and lonesome in the rain
Says she's still waiting on me, waiting...on the lost highway

Mona went walking on a stormy night
She's dressed in black, just had a fight with me
I put the dog in the car and went looking for her
Drove up and down, all around the curves, you see
It's the little things that you can't forget
The night was dark, the road it was wet and cold
There were suicide frogs dying under my wheels
A crack of lightning and the thunder's peal, too close
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I come around a curve and there she was
In the middle of the road, my heart filled with love for her
I couldn't stop, my tires just squealed
So I hit the gas and I yanked the wheel out of the curve
We tore through the rail, that old hound and me
And dropped into the night, down a hundred feet or more
When Mona found me, I'd dragged myself clear
There was rain in her eyes, though it might have been tears, she said don't go
I tried to hold on, coughing blood and rain
The dog was gone and there wasn't much pain no more
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They say the devil lives up the line
Got himself a place where the sun don't shine, you see
If you see a ghost coming out of the fog
Got a long dark coat and a big black dog, that's me
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