I know this road like the back of my hand Same with the stations, only FM band Farms and truck stops, firework stands I know this road like the back of my hand
Southern secrets still buried deep Rooting and restless 'neath the cracked concrete If you were from here, you would fear me To the death along with the ghost of highway 20
I went through hell when I was younger Deep in the well you'll see the hunger To find the strength I got within me To wrestle with the ghost of highway 20
Been sixty years, I don't want for nothing But my tears, they keep on coming And my fears continue to haunt me Along with the ghost of highway 20
I know this road like the back of my hand Same with the stations, only FM band Farms and truck stops and firework stands I know this road like the back of my hand
No doubt about it a Mexican To... the ghost of highway 20
Run down motels, faded billboards Used cars for sale, the rusty junkyards This two-lane blacktop will never let me Let go of the ghost along highway 20
And I have seen the signs that say We're closing in on the final days But I got nothing to repent The saving grace is worth the ghost of highway 20
I know this road like the back of my hand Same with the stations, only FM band Farms and truck stops and firework stands Yeah I know this road like the back of my hand
Every question and every breath Every exit leaves a little death In this way a memory That will wander with the ghost of highway 20
Yeah I know this road like the back of my hand Same with the stations, only FM band Farms and truck stops and firework stands I know this road like the back of my hand
And I have seen the signs that say We're closing in the final days But I got nothing left to repent A saving grace is worth the ghost of highway 20 That my saving grace is worth the ghost of highway 20 Yeah my saving grace is worth the ghost of highway 20.