Lost Highway

Well, you and your buddies been drinkin' since noon Laughin' and hollerin' and pickin' out tunes But while you were outside throwing rocks at the moon I was gettin' high in a locked bathroom 'Cause there ain't no pension in my profession And all my life's been a natural regression Lean in close, I got a confession I've been dealin' with some depression Well, you used to go to rally Back in the day, now it's often once a year When you need to get away You got Tweedy and Farrar on your vanity plates Driving your Prius down the lost highway Down to California, down to Joshua Tree To feel Gram's ghost on the desert breeze And then back to Room 8 To smoke a little weed It's a pretty good story But it don't impress me 'Cause there ain't no pension in my profession And all my life's been a natural regression Lean in close, I got a confession I've been dealin' with some depression Well, you seen Steve Earle 47 times And you can play 'Sunday' on your J45 But you don't care much for those communist lies You'd still be votin' Reagan if the fucker hadn't died! You love songs about whiskey And ramblin' in the dark And black-haired girls breaking hard men's hearts You got a dog named Willie in your backyard I got a couple cigarettes and a library card 'Cause there ain't no pension in my profession And all my life's been a natural regression Lean in close, I got a confession I've been dealin' with some depression