The Wolfman of Del Rio

[Verse 1]
Well, he took his first release on a highway
In a 1953 green Chevrolet
And he's carrying an awful load for just a fifteen year old
'Til he laid his mind on the center line and turned up a radio

[Chorus 1]
Going a hundred miles an hour down the blue asphalt-um line
Listening to the wolf man of Del Rio
And he didn't give a damn 'bout the trouble he was in
Yeah, deep down in his soul
He just wanted to go

[Refrain 1]
And you can tell by the look on his face
He's all caught up with a need
To trade in some emptied out spaces
For some speed
And that good old American dream

[Verse 2]
And she took her first release on the back seat
Of a 1961 black V8 Ford
She'd just give up all control on that vinyl tuck and roll
Yeah, breathing hard with a dark eyed boy that she barely even knowed

[Chorus 2]
Going a hundred miles an hour down the blue asphalt-um line
Listening to the wolf man of Del Rio
And she didn't give a damn 'bout the trouble she'd get in
Yeah, deep down in her soul
She just wanted to flow

[Refrain 2]
And you can tell by the paint on her face
She's all made up for the need
To trade in some emptied out places
For some speed
And that good old American Dream

[Bridge]
And now they circle one another
Armed with the lives from their past
And they fight to the death for their lies
Until the bad feelings pass
Then they sit, and they smoke
And they drink, and they talk and talk
And talk and talk, and then they stalk around
Like they're looking for something they've lost
That can never again be found
And it's crazy
Yeah, crazy in the backyards, the bedrooms
The kitchens, crazy out in the streets
Aw, through all their cities
And even smaller towns
It most certainly seems some disease of the dreams
Had been going 'round
It most certainly seems some disease of the dreams
Had been going 'round

[Outro]
They're going a hundred miles an hour down the blue asphalt-um line
Listening to the wolf man of Del Rio