Rosemary with a Bible and a Gun

As strong as the day was long
Rosemary would sing along
Wheels rolling steady down the way
The ashtray it would fill up twice
The windows down felt nice
As miles stretched the twilight of the day
Driving up by 55
Mississippi zooming by
Salvation in the cool November air
I’m searching for the mixture
That could paint a pretty picture
Of the wind blowing through Rosemary’s hair
Her daddy always said she was the one
Who made the light stars could wish upon
Rosemary with a Bible and a gun
I was more than smitten
By the words as they were written
And the opportunities awaiting there
Our time was etched and promised
Til the truth came down upon us
Descending all our hopes into despair
We took our leave and headed north
A tank at 20 dollars worth
The highway called her name like siren’s call
25 and on the run
William Eggleston
Parking lots with neon in the fall
Her daddy’s eyes drew fire into the sun
Asked me why I thought I was the one
His eyes could be deemed worthy to whoever cast upon
Rosemary with a Bible and a gun
One kiss could turn the dark to light, the dawn
This rollercoaster highway can’t compare to the fun
Of Memphis saturated in decay and on the run
Rosemary with a Bible and a gun