On the eastern highway we ride
Windshield wipers disperse the rain from the sky
What`s left is ivy and vine
All the letters i`d sent back home
Never express the idea of how a young man
Can be so far from home
Take your guns to town
Don`t take your guns to town
Take your guns to town
Don`t take your guns to town
Stumble down main street alone
Just gotten home with my hand on the phone
I was drinking alone on the quilted (?????????)