Lyrics:

Spent a week in the van with the band last night
West Kentucky highway tried to put up a fight
I've come north from a land with a rhinestone crowd
Where even when you turn it down you're playing too loud

And the cold wind gonna cut us to the bone
But I won't let you go alone

Crosses in the windows of the Chevrolets
And I ain't seen a Democrat in thirteen days
And Jesus gonna save me, so say the signs
That keep preaching from the highwayside

Oh good Lord, send your wrath on down on me
I promise, it ain't nothing I ain't seen

Alabama stars fall on a January midnight
Between the cold moon and the pines
Somewhere in the blackness, what I've been and what I will be
Rolling past the window out on the driver's side

Haven't had time much to stop and think
Give it to me straight over two stiff drinks
Then hand me ten bucks, sugar, that'll pay
For all I got left now to give away

And the heartbreak on that last one isn't you
But tonight you'll have to do