Robber's Highway
John Hiatt
Can't feel the fingers of one hand
Last night felt like a three night stand
Mouth full of cotton, feet of clay
I didn't plan on waking up today
I had heart, wheels and wings
Now I don't have any of these things
Come and get me, Jesus
I don't know
Come and get me cause I can't go
I lost my brothers, I lost my friends
Only one way this thing ends
Cheap and dirty in a bad motel
Wondering what it was you used to do so well
I had words, chords and strings
Now I don't have any of these things
Come and get me, Jesus
I don't know
Come and get me cause I can't go
Shirt and pants, coffee black
Open up the shade a crack
Fields of cotton, fields of clay
Sun going down on the robber’s highway
Winds that whistle, birds that sing
I've no understanding of any of these things
Come and get me, Jesus
I don't know
Come and get me cause I can't go