From the recording Long Way Home
Lyrics
Cold draft of wind blowin across my neck
Long stretch of road but I ain’t looking back
White lines or tea leaves I know what’s in store
With my shoes pointed down this ribbon of a road
I was born just off the interstate
Great up smelling diesel and changing 40weight
Mama said life’s a journey that begins when you are born
With my shoes pointed down this ribbon of a road
How’s a man choose between a woman and the road
I asked my father, but he didn’t know
Son, he said, a woman’s heart is made of glass
But yours is made of asphalt and it’s shot full of cracks
And you can rest for a while, but you’ll never stop, I know
You’ve got a ribbon of tar running right on through your soul
A ribbon of tar
Running right on through your soul
They say a man is muscle and mud
Pistons for a heart and 40 weight for blood
And when he talks of stayin, his mind is on the road
It’s that ribbon of tar running right on through his soul
That ribbon of tar, running trough his soul