I 75

Horse trailers and truckers and old station wagons
Driven by women with too many kids
And they’ve all been trying to leave their situation
For years and years but they never did
And the gas pumps ring like pinball machines
And the place smells just like tires
And the river of cars
They fall like stars
Down the I-75
(Da, da-ba-doo, daa-da
Da, da, da-ba-doo, daa-da)
Some long-distance trucker hunched over the wheel
Too tired to crawl into the sleeper
And he can’t believe how bad he feels
How the lines on his face just get deeper
And his gearshift is stuck, he can’t move his truck
And he’s lost between low and high
And the river of cars
They fall like stars
Down the I-75
(Da, da, da-ba-doo, daa-da
Da, da, da-ba-doo, daa-da)
And broken headlights, busted speedometers
Slippin' transmissions and engines that blow
And they gather like jackals around a carcass
Too hungry to care, too strong to let go
And the sirens wail over the hilltop
Citations, warnings and fines
And the river of cars
They fall like stars
Down the I-75
And the river of cars
Fall like stars
Down the I-75
(Da, da, da, daa-da
Da-da, da, daa-da)