Dead Dog Highway

Yeah
I count dead dogs on a highway
Praying for a place to piss
And if I find anyone that can tell me
Whatever road this is
I tore up tail on a dark 2-8 blacktop
Til if you were out of sight
There's nothing really ever wrong here
Just nothing really right
You'd almost hear a steel guitar playing as you sing your medley of lies
I like to hell a psychedelic question
What's on the other side?

You raised hell day that I met you
A devil the next day on
Stopped counting the ways that I love you
Started counting the day 'til I I was gone
I blew up life, went rolling down the highway
Forgot how just good it feels
One more drink will wipe away your memory
Like crushing blood from my wheels
This road can't go on forever
Even if I wanted it to
Like counting dead dogs on the highway
Kind of makes me think about you
Yeah!

You'd almost hear a steel guitar playing as you sing your medley of lies
I like to hell a psychedelic question
What's on the other side?