| Superstition Highway
Breakfast Jack and a chocolate shake
two hours to Wickieup
empty fast food containers
make handy spitting cups
I'm a jobber to the moon towns
that circle Phoenix close
selling gas, I make a killing
as far as a living goes
but it's never been the money
or the houses that I own
it's the miles between deliveries
that make me feel at home
empty desert boxcars, where gold moons stowaway
smuggled town to town, what keeps us heading down
the Superstition Highway
the desert wind sings with a brogue
brother, just like it talks
where new towns and prickly pears
grow up out of rocks
I still cross Salt River, but now
there's no fishing from the bridge
tramps ignore tresspass signs
and sleep on Overlook ridge
small stations pay me to put
cheap gas in the supreme
sundowns, only this highway
is just what it seems
empty desert boxcars, where gold moons stowaway
smuggled town to town, what keeps us heading down
the Superstition Highway
I made sure we showed profit
with every handshake deal
time swallows and spits the seeds
that's money's sweet appeal
with one month till I retire
I feel like the lonesome ghost
who learned he's got thirty days
to leave his dying host
a lifetime of driving this route
passing the same roadside graves
for a peaceful spot like that
I'd give every cent I saved
empty desert boxcars, where gold moons stowaway
smuggled track to track, what keeps us coming back
to the Superstition Highway
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Composition
Emotion