text: Well hed been hearing too many voices and feelina little off-rack
  Like there was something big pressing down on his back
  So he called up his friends and they said come on out west
  Its a place where a man can really feel his succes
  So he pulled his heart and soul down off the shelf
  Packed them next to the faith that hed lost in himself
  Said his good-byes and when the dirty work was done
  He turned his wheels into the fading sun
  For seven days and nights like a black-top bird he sped
  Maintained radio silence cept for in his head
  And just like his folks did back in 69
  He crossed the border at Needles and heard the promised land on the line
  Now where the Transcontinental dumps into the sea
  Theres a bar made up to look like 1963
  Girl in the corner eyed him like a hungry dog a bone
  As he brushed the desert dust off that Mercedes chrome
  Bartender said Hey, hows it hangin, tiger?
  He had a shot of tequila, smiled and whispered lighter
  He went down to the desert city where the rattlesnakes play
  And left his dead skin by the roadside in the noon of day
  Sun got so hot it almost felt like friend
  It could burn out every trace of where you been
  There was a woman hed met in a desert song
  A little while later a son come along
  Looked at that boys smile and called it home