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点击复制The highway cuts through the desert bone
My old truck rattles a blues note on its own
A tumbleweed rolls past a rusted sign
Says “Last chance for gas, next stop's the divide”
I left a wife in Santa Fe
She said “this cowboy life don't pay”
I left a letter on the bed
Three words I never said
Oh the moon is a silver dollar
And the stars are barbed wire holes
This pickup's my only collar
This highway's my only home
Dust and gasoline, dust and gasoline
Burning down the road like a fever dream
One foot on the pedal, one on the grave
Ride this ragged line 'til the devil gets paid
I stopped at a bar in Gallup
The jukebox played a slow blues
A Navajo woman looked right through me
Said “son, you got nothing to lose”
Oh the moon is a silver dollar
And the stars are barbed wire holes
This pickup's my only collar
This highway's my only home
Dust and gasoline, dust and gasoline
Burning down the road like a fever dream
One foot on the pedal, one on the grave
Ride this ragged line 'til the devil gets paid
Somewhere past the painted desert
I saw a coyote cross the line
He looked at me like I was his brother
Two outlaws running out of time
Dust and gasoline, dust and gasoline
Burning down the road like a fever dream
One foot on the pedal, one on the grave
Ride this ragged line 'til the devil gets paid
The desert moon hangs low and mean
A trucker's ghost on a silver screen
Dust and gasoline... dust and gasoline...