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Highway 62
04:29
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Verse 1 (Dennis)
Grover Cleveland and Geronimo were out enjoying a Sunday drive
“Take me to the Aerodome!” Geronimo he suddenly did cry.
He didn’t wait for an answer, he went and took the wheel
The Silver Arrow spun out on an apple peel
Czolgosz begged the mob to let them through, out onto Highway 62.
Verse 2 (Keith)
There’s a little bit of everything, baby, just tell me where to go.
We can do pizza in Niagara Falls, or Whataburger in old El Paso.
The tourism leaflets are fading in the light
Still legible on the reverse is, “For a good time,
Set your touring compass to that ol' Highway 62.”
Verse 3 (Andrew)
The rest stop was stripped to the walls, everything that wasn’t sold was burned
The looters all took numbers, Czolgosz was still waiting for his turn
Grover got awfully friendly with the help;
Said, “You’re a hottie with a smoking body.” She said, “You’re not so bad yourself--
What's a two-timer like you, doing on Highway 62?”
Verse 4 (Keith)
The county boys stopped a Chevy, rattling along the boulevard
The driver played it nice and cool, waited til the cops let down their guard
He pressed the pedal to the floor, he knew he had to bail
Flashing lights in his mirrors were hot on his tail
I blocked his path, I wouldn’t let him through, back onto Highway 62
Verse 5 (Andrew)
The city canceled miracles, music unilaterally on hold
(13 seconds is a lifetime, wondering if your D is gonna fold)
On every star of every flag, some hero had spray-painted, “No goal” (no goal!)
We stopped at a NOCO to get directions from
A disgraced field goal kicker--I think he made them up;
They were off a yard or two, from Highway 62
Verse 6 (Dennis)
The Silver Arrow was out of gas, and Geronimo was fresh out of ideas
… [band looks at each other like, “Are you gonna sing a line?”]
The zoning board let the motels moulder where they fell
Saying, “Make like a tree and bury yourself.
Hurry up, you’re blocking our view--out onto Highway 62.”
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2. |
The Automatic Man
04:15
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3. |
Where Is Love?
04:02
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4. |
We Got This
03:30
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You say you could kiss me forever,
Why, by all means, please, be my guest.
If I deserve the best, why don’t you
Go ahead and give it to me then?
Oh come on, just let’s go,
This is new to me, too, you know
I’d gotten used to being where
I don’t belong
We drop a twenty in the jukebox, grab our drinks,
And disappear in back
And giggle with our knees together as
the locals ask, “Who played this crap?”
Oh I guess I could play it cool
If that’s what it takes for you
But we got love in our hearts
And we got this
Well come on, just let’s go,
l’ll tell you anything you want to know
We got time on our hands
And we got this
When you’re in the right place there is no wrong time
No matter what you might have heard
And the villains in two different stories might
Become the heroes of a third
We sang along in almost perfect harmony
In your new car and kissed
I knew, that I could count on you,
To catch any notes I might have missed
Well come on, just let’s go
I’ll take you anywhere you want to go
We got worlds in our hearts
And we got this
Lighten up, settle down,
be my ride or die through this stupid town
We got blood on our hands
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5. |
The Great Hack
04:37
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6. |
In the Southern Tier
03:30
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7. |
Lumbershovers' Song
02:16
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8. |
Only Foolin'
04:14
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Yellow Jack Buffalo, New York
Yellow Jack plays Americana and folk, with an emphasis on the rich history in song of their native Western New York and Erie Canal region.
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