759

That long stretch
the long sound
sailing into the nightwaves

into the neon blue fire
of the Vegas Strip

into the black macadam highway
in the cold desert
the chilled midnight air of freedom
and a six pack of Schlitz
riding beside you
on that vinyl airframe
that radio dial on souper jazz

rolling into the 759 stretch
of 1000 Octane Boost
set to dynamite your life
right out from under your righteous smile
and see the dawn to-morrow my friend

cause right now
you got miles to roll baby
you got distance to travel
you got's to get there, man

well, where you goin' anyway?

"do you know, where you're going to
do you like the things that life is showing you
where are you going to
do you know?"

once you reach the Terminal Station
where the road no longer lives on
and the lights are dead
and the crows eat corn
that Jimmy cracked
then...


man, it's all 759 from here on out

it's high-powered soul
on the night train baby
the engineer is Ransom Jack
and he a dangerous fellow

oh yeah

he run that black diamond right through a mountain
if it stand in his way
he roll straight and hot
no standing
no staring
no stopping

you jus yank on that emergency cord all you want
honey
cause there ain't no stoppin'
Ransom Jack Collins, now


but it's alright, sugar
it's cool
we're on the wind-out

the highball

the Mackinac Central 759