Lyrics

Well I ride 400 horses trough a tunnel in the pines Dead dogs, patchy fog it's hard to see the lines There's a cross at every curve to comemorate Drivin back from Mobile on bloody 98 I got a wife in Hattiesburg and a lover in Mobile God knows I'm spending half my life behind the wheel My pontiac is a panting horse, but I'm a running late Drivin back from Mobile on bloody 98 Jackknife in the highway, 18 wheels up in the air To late to hit my brakes, I'm already there So now I'm just another restless haint who lost his way