Hook Hand

Taking the freeway through tennessee hills
nothing but shadows deeper than sky
baby is sleeping in the back
picked up and old friend from high on the mountain
we glide through the darkness, the radio on
but nothing is on, and so we go
we listen for signs of life on the radio

thinking about a man with a hook hand
thinking bout the ghost of an indian
thinking bout a crow that holds a bone
thinking bout the dreams that I once had
skippin through the parts that went bad
think I’m gonna dream myself home

suddenly I’m standing in a wheat field
there I’m a kid again skipping on a school day
when I get to the freeway it’s nothing but a dirt road
I look down that road and I see a whole world gone
I empty the pockets, kick off the shoes
jump in the river and swim to salvation

gonna meet a man with a hook hand
thinking bout the ghost of an indian
thinking bout a crow that holds a bone
gonna get through this nightmare
gonna make it to that state fair
get there tomorrow and I’ll never go home
gonna get through this nightmare
gonna make it to that state fair
get there tomorrow and I’ll never go home

state fair in tennessee is coming for me
I got a job there running the lights
12 hours each day there isnt much pay
beats working straight jobs
beats working nights