Moon Over the Interstate

Moon over the interstate, the rattle of the door
My mama drives a pack of junk she calls "that god damn Ford"
The wages of a mother's sin is being pulled from school again
Rent is due and home is now the road

She was a pale haired beauty with her hands upon her hips
A smile of expectation and a curse upon her lips
She never saw the moon 'till it was high above her head
Cause that's the kind of hours she worked and that's the life she led

White trash in a wagon on a Texas four-lane
A suitcase and a past's our only load
Oh take me, take me, take me, you fool road

I've seen hope on mama's face and I have seen hope die
Seen her try to settle in and seen her say good-bye
'Cause Mama she knows how to want and she knows how to grieve
And she knows how to love as well as she knows how to leave

White trash in a wagon on a Texas four-lane
A suitcase and a past's our only load
Oh take me, take me, take me, you fool road

With every brand new town there are a thousand brand new lights
A thousand hopes and dreams that lie and wait for you tonight
There ain't no call to shed a tear or linger on what's passed
The cure ain't in a bottle, it's a foot upon the gas

White trash in a wagon on a Texas four-lane
A suitcase and a past's our only load
Oh take me, take me, take me, you fool road

The moon over the interstate, the rattle of the door
My mama drives a pack of junk she calls "that god damn Ford"
The wages of a mother's sin is being pulled from school again
Rent is due and home is now the road