From the recording Texagon

Lyrics

HOT ROAD OUT OF ARKANSAS

It’s a hot road out of Arkansas
I left a woman waiting on
A love that would not wait for long
Got the devil’s hot breath on my shoulder
I don’t mind the stink
I like the cold wind in my face…
and I drink 
There’s a penance for each ounce of circumstance
I try and pay as I go
But if I think to long
I’ll be nothing but gone
Funny how that instinct grows 
Kicking dust on the Texas backways
Them Christmas lights can take you right back home
Where the sunlight finds nothing but your eyes
The light is what you came here for
Turning back that dial all the way and back again
I can’t hear the radio no more
I can’t hear the radio no more 
There’s a penance for each ounce of circumstance….
I try and pay as I go
If I think too long
I’ll be nothing but gone
its funny how that instinct grows 
There’s a glossy look of isolation
fogging up my mirror
Luck’s an easy pill to swallow
But those dreams that press against your flesh
Won’t wake you quite the same
And I’ll take my chances up in Colorado