Exit 117
Food, lodging, and gas
Real graves of cowboy Bill
And postcards from the last time you saw
The thing and told a friend
And the mid-west became a hoax again
Barbed wire on the roads make me believe
That you and I will be free
Boys shot police dogs to get high off the buzz
Knew they were rebels
What has this town become?
Argue about the stars
From the pa**enger cars
Yeah, it should be a sin
Exit 117
Food, lodging, and gas
Real graves of cowboy Bill
And postcards from the last time you saw
The thing and told a friend
And the mid-west became a hoax again
Barbed wire on the roads make me believe
That you and I will be freed