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lyrics
Southbound 65 - in the bucket seat.
Drifting away from home and love, everything sustaining.
Looming in the distance through the Indiana gloom,
red eyed windmills seething in the fog.
I traded all my little glories for a job
plugging in someone else's name in glowing lights.
I've got no other skills and I've got bills to pay
I'll take this job and shrug it through.
Wake in a hotel room with the TV on loud.
Wonder what its like back home, do they even know I'm gone?
Treat myself to breakfast, I am finally in the black.
Just as I get comfortable the call comes through:
Pack it up, we're headed south.
Pack it up, we're headed south.
If this is what I wanted why'm I down all the time?
If this is what I wanted why'm I down?
Southbound and down all the time.
Southbound and down.