72 (This Highway'S Mean) - Lyrics

Title: 72 (This Highway'S Mean)
Artist: Drive By Truckers
Composer(s): John Cooley, Earl Hicks, Patterson Hood, Rob Malone, Brad Morgan

Lyric:
Don't know why they even bother
Putting this highway on the map
Anybody's that's ever been on it
Knows exactly where they're at

It's hells on both ends of it
And no where's in between
This highway's mean

Seems like it's always hot down here
No matter when you come
It's the kind of heat that holds you
Like a mama holds her son

Tight when he tries to walk even tighter if he runs
It's a mean old dusty highway
But it's the only one that'll get me there
That'll get me there

Mean old highway
Stuck to the ground in Mississippi
It's the one'll set me free
It's the same one that I see

Being ripped up off the ground
And wrapped around me
Don't let it fool you
This highway's mean

I don't need a map to tell me where I am today
This feeling that I have has always led the way
Down here, you're running from a broken heart
Or to a heart that you have to break on this mean old highway
On this mean old highway

Mean old highway
Stuck to the ground in Mississippi
It's the one'll set me free
It's the same one that I see

Being ripped up off the ground
And wrapped around me
Don't let it fool you
This highway's mean

Well, this highway's mean
Highway
Told you this highway's mean