Road trips and rumble strips
Sweet Lorraine she's got ruby red lips
She drives about in her Plymouth lord
She recently crashed her flatbed ford

Gil Scott-Heron and his brother the Baren
They flew down south with coke eyes glaring
And they spoke the words freedom lord
But their tongues were tied up and bleeding lord

And I find myself in a gold mine
Three feet beneath that county line
The oil it spilled and it blackened my face
And it tore out the heart of the human race

Young Dorothy Jean and her sewing machine
Breaking at the corners and breaking at the seams
Glitter and gold well she ain't that old
She looks 33 but she's 40 I'm told

And I find myself in a gold mine
Three feet beneath that county line
The oil it spilled and it blackened my face
And it tore out the heart of the human race

I find myself in a gold mine
Three feet beneath that county line
The oil it spilled and it blackened my face
And it tore out the heart of the human race
Road trips and rumble strips
Sweet Lorraine she's got ruby red lips