Highway Girl (Live At The Roxy May 3, 1991)

Lyrics

[Verse] Well I'm going down to see my highway girl Yeah she just back from around the world I'm gonna get me a gun, I'm gonna stand on guard In a little white booth in her front yard [Verse] Throwing rocks at her window what could she do I throw like a girl If you throw enough rocks one might break through And she looked out her window when the police came Oh man to see a big tin man dancing in the rain [Chorus] Ah my little highway girl Ah my little highway girl, oh [Bridge] She had a beautiful apartment, she had a beautiful apartment Well actually, it was a lousy apartment but she's very handy with her hands And she's got architectural digest magazines, so she knows what she's doing Shе likes to decorate hеr apartment in the Santa Fe tradition I told her it was dated, but I see more of the world than she does She got an apartment where the property was cheap, next to the freeway She said "I save lots of money but I lose lots of sleep" "In my apartment, where the property is so cheap" And we'd laugh, and we'd laugh, and we'd laugh Oh, we'd take pot shots at the passing cars, and we'd laugh Oh, we were dumping the body and we'd laugh We found a place that was dark and rotten A place where the police helicopters would never spot it I destroyed the map that we so carefully dotted Every day we're dumping a body, she and me, every single day And we'd laugh about it That's when I knew it was time that we both kill ourselves, together Together we were nothing but a menace, apart we were nothing but lonely I read too much, I thought we should kill ourselves She doesn't read a thing, she believed me "Are you really the Messiah?" "Yes I am" She was younger than me, and I said to her, I said "You know Pauline, no one stamps on a burning bag of shit anymore, no one" "Are you really the Messiah?" "Yes I am, believe it" So we, uh, we opted to kill ourselves, as I said But we had one rifle, and one bullet So I told her to put her head down close to the barrel And put the barrel sort of into her mouth And I'd be right behind her, with my head right behind hers And I said "Her life would end instantly" "Mine might have a few extra minutes of agony and suffering" She couldn't pull the trigger so we attached a string to it Around the lamp and to the doorknob The first person to come into our cheap fucking apartment Would blow both our heads off We got, we got thinking, we changed our minds, you know I mean we got scared And uh, and we kind of chickened out, and we'd laugh, you know, we laughed about it "What were we thinking? We're not, together, we're not that bad" "We don't, we're not that bad, we don't need to kill ourselves" "We don't need to kill ourselves" And then the D train rattled overhead Knocked the joor- door ajar, the joor adar, the door ajar, the ajar door, the door ajar The lock, the faulty lock, the door swung open And killed her That's my story, and I'm sticking to it [Verse] They said, "don't you think Gord, you push a bit too fast?" I said "slowing down don't make it last" And then she said "a memory's never set you free" Oh, see that world, bring it home to me [Chorus] Ah my little highway girl Ah, please come on home, never get a while for my highway girl And then when I died, then she buried me, yeah someplace that I really wanted to be And transport me, promise me, you'll put me and a rock by a shady tree And you'll get Mr. Ry Cooder to deliver my eulogy, alright? [Outro] Thanks, thanks a lot Paul Langlois, kind of the Kurosawa of the rock and roll world