The Last Run

Some old trucker rolled up when he saw my thumb
"This ain't no time or place for walking, son
Climb on in, this is my last run. How far you want to go?"

I only said, "Same as you. Doesn't matter where I'm going, this is my last run too. Don't matter where I'm going, America will do."

This outlaw life don't help you sleep at night
It ain't the way it sounds in a song
It ain't about freedom, everyone you love, you leave them
And you never mean to hurt anyone
It's a goddamn shame to have to sleep in the rain
No-one to put your arms around
And the next place you end up might be the one to send you
Off to see your maker or a cold, dark cell

Must have fell asleep around the Oklahoma state line
Woke up near Rolla, Missouri long enough to see
The last of the sunshine
Next thing I remember, we're on Eastern Standard Time

These days I'm punching a clock on the grave up north somewhere
But I still wake up dreaming of that Colorado mountain air
But the cops are always coming and I got to
Beat it out of there

This outlaw life don't help you sleep at night
It ain't the way it sounds in a song
It ain't about freedom, everyone you love, you leave them
And you never mean to hurt anyone
It's a goddamn shame to have to sleep in the rain
No-one to put your arms around
And the next place you end up might be the one to send you
Off to see your maker or a cold, dark cell

This outlaw life don't help you sleep at night
It ain't like a Waylon & Willie song
It ain't about freedom, everyone you love, you leave them
And you never mean to kill anyone
It's a goddamn shame to have to sleep in the rain
No-one to put your arms around
And the next place you end up might be the one to send you
Off to see your maker or a cold, dark cell