When I was 17, I called the road my own So many sights to see, I turned every stone I burned the midnight oil, I burned the candle wax With fire in my veins and no one on my back One night found myself around New Orleans way I picked up a rider, whose name he did not say He clicked his long clean nails upon the window dash I got a funny feeling when he flashed his leather skin of ash Now that devil moon won't light my way Now that devil moon won't light my way Now that devil moon won't light my way And I can't find no one to show the way He traveled with no bags, just an old fedora and an ivory cane He looked me in the eye and said, "Friend, you will never be the same" I laughed to his face and put him right back on the road Then I realized I had nowhere to run, Then I realized I had no where to go And I've been driving hard Through the wind and rain Looking for a friend But nobody knows my name Driving in the dark, ended up at my father's home With no answer at the door, thought I was all alone Then I heard a scratching sound and through the windowpane He looked me in the eye and said, "Friend, you'll never be the same"