Highway, highway sixty-one meets at highway forty-nine Silver hair and hired gun, carbon mist escapes my lungs Silhouette by light of moon, crooked smile of cotton soot. Incident in Norma Gu. Least might go for what you do Cause these hearts burn desperately Send my peace then to my place, with the, with the sun house things. Slide around my neck to tell, soulful sin, a soulful sin