Interstate Blues

(© R. Martin)

I’ve got the Interstate Blues
Been looking out my window at man-made views
Been rolling on asphalt till my face is hard as a rock
Never had so little feeling; never longed so much for shock

Got the Interstate Blues – don’t need no goddamn shoes
Can’t stop to lose – these Interstate Blues

Been driving down so long; time just skips right on by
No need to worry, it’s the fastest way to fly
Yet somewhere down the road, something’s empty deep inside
I’ve shouted out the window, but so far no one’s replied

Got the Interstate Blues – don’t need no goddamn shoes
Can’t stop to lose – these Interstate Blues

Can’t hear the roar no more, can’t smell the fumes
The white lines underneath my wheel – lost count back in Baton Rouge
Let’s have a picnic baby on the cloverleaf
You bring the pork and beans, I’ve got the forks and spoons

Got the Interstate Blues – don’t need no goddamn shoes
Can’t stop to lose – these Interstate Blues

Can’t stop, can’t stop, can’t stop

Interstate Blues

Interstate Blues Credits

Laura Feltner – Lead Vocals
Rex Martin – Vocals, Piano
Jack Gummer – All Guitars
Kenny Pemberton – Bass
LittleOscar McDougall – Drums