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Robberís Highway
written by John Hiatt

Canít feel the fingers of one hand
Last night felt like a three-night stand
Mouth full of cotton, feet of clay
I didnít plan on waking up today

CHORUS:
I had heart, wheels and wings
Now I donít have any of these things
Come and get me, Jesus, I donít know
Come and get me cuzí I canít go

I lost my brothers, I lost my friends
Only one way this thing ends
Cheap and dirty in a bad motel
Wondering what it was you used to do so well

CHORUS

Shirt and pants, coffee black
Open up the shade a crack
Fields of cotton, fields of clay
Sun going down on the robberís highway

Winds that whistle, birds that sing
I have no understanding of any of these things
Come and get me, Jesus, I donít know
Come and get me, Ďcuz I canít go