Austin via Dallas

It’s a good town for a gig
But a lousy town to get paid
Shreveport always treats me that way

Hitching rides on highway 20
Headin’ further south
When a black Merceded slowed way down

Passenger window slid
Saw her face in dashboard light
Grabbed my guitar case and I jumped inside

She was lean and tan, dressed just right
She stomped the gas, spun the tires
Her eyes were holding back about a thousand fires

“You a performer?” she asked
Just a songwriter, I confessеd
She said, “Actually now I’m a hell of a lot more imprеssed.”

“You see, the songwriter’s got a poet’s heart.”
She said with her lips tightly curled
“And that just melts the heart of this working girl.”

About ten miles up the road
She veered off into a rest stop track
And parked in dark corner way out in back

In one quick move she spun around
She kissed me hard, I put up no fight
“Songman,” she said “You’re mine tonight.”

If there be a place between heaven and hell
She took every step of the way there
Biting lips, grinding hips and pulling hair

She was heat, animal, fire and lust
The she said “This one is on me
‘Cause even us pros have passions we have to feed.”

I half-assed pulled myself up right
Glowing, she rocked us down the highway
Another 20 miles or so before she peeled away

“Your road to Austin is over there,”
I let myself out, she blew me a kiss
Then punched that Mercedes straight on down to Dallas

And through to dark, the weak moon light
I saw her vanity plate as she sped out of sight
And all that license plate said was “Alice”