Well, I'm so tired of driving, But here comes the highway. Don't wanna go cold turkey. Ride with me Jesus, So high on the mainline. It's the last time I'll drive Death Valley.
Remember her kiss is like kerosene, The rest of her only a memory. Don't feel so bad, 'cause you made me A picture so clear, A picture so clear that it's crystalline.
Better run to the doctor, girl, Run to the medicine. Don't wanna go cold turkey. I'll be your Napoleon, Be your crippled Alexander, but Don't wanna go up the country.
Shame there's nothing to hang it on, Except for this wreck that you made of me. A blackbird singing a moring song, Sing along, Sing to the end of a century. Sing it.
Well, I can't stand the thought Of many more miles, but I don't wanna go cold turkey. Here comes the highway. Can't you see what it made me? It's the last time I'll drive Death Valley.
Remember her kiss is a kerosene, The exile lives in a memory. A scarecrow singing a morning song, Sing along, Sing to the end of a century.
Are you still with me Jesus So high on the mainline? Don't let me go up the country. Girl, better run, Better run for the medicine. Don't let me go cold turkey. Don't let me go cold turkey. Don't wanna go.