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I'm a son of a highway daughter Born in gasoline I traced the steps of my foolish father And danced with the devil in Galilee It was a cold winter, ice above the water And nails stuck between my toes So I pried out and I buried my doubt And all the women along the road And I went to Dublin county Where I found God in a bottle of wine And I headed up north thinking I did fine And he worked, for peace of mind Nobody sells that around here too much anymore I woke up stoned with a bag of bones Laying in my bed She was breathing fire, I was a worn out tire Trying to brush her ash outside of my head It was an easy game, nothing in the chest Needed something just a little more cold So I traded her in for a bag of sin And I headed on down the road And I got lost in California Where I'd been waiting on the days to rain SongtexteBut I was looking to find any reason to hide But no reason ever came And all of the lonesome sounds of the streetlight Pushing strangers along their way That town kept calling me That town kept calling me That town kept calling me But, that town kept calling me That town kept calling me That town kept calling me That town kept calling me, yeah Yeah, yeah I'm a son of a highway daughter Born in gasoline Aus Songtexte Mania