song profile

JOHN CASH JEANS

Road stretched out black like John Cash Jeans

Yellow lines straight up the seam

This old concrete highway singing to me

 

Killing time making poetry

With the license plate letters in front of me

And CME means come home

 

In the meantime

Stay between the lines

 

Verse

 

Drive by truckers on a highway scream

Adjust yourself in the driver’s seat

Not tired not awake just somewhere in between

 

Headlights flash, sit up lean back

Open the window, just a crack

CME means come home

 

Killin time twisting rosary beads

A quarter past a glory be

 

Verse

 

Radio spits and crackles a tune

You turn the volume up a notch or two

But the lyrics don’t speak like they used to

 

Radio sounds like a friend turned mean

Lyrics aren’t what they used to be

 

Chorus

 

Seems these days I’ve been

Skidding more than I’ve been sliding

Without even trying

 

Seems these days I’ve been

Quittin more than I’ve been trying

 

Well just keep driving

Your eye on the horizon

 

Chorus

 

Outro

 

Road stretched out black like John Cash jeans

Suicide by nicotine

And the radio won’t play a damn thing