Miles (with My Mama)

Spray a little ether in the breather and hope she cranks
Pour a little Folgers from the thermos and take a drink
Hard pack them Marlboro Reds, check the oil and the recap treads
Little rock-and-roller on the radio, you're gonna miss your boys but it's time to go

Put eighteen hours on eighteen wheels
With little white pills nipping at your heels
Like some outlaw asphalt cowboy in the wind
Riding high till you run out
It's an uphill battle just gearing down
Trying to get somewhere on a road that just don't end
Racing time and losing miles you'll never get back again
Whoa
Whoa

Little boy wishing he was fishing in his dreams
Never got to know you too good, now he says things he don't mean
You couldn't make a good thing last, always had to go so fast
But age caught up, slowed you down, and the days, they just fly by now

Like eighteen hours on eighteen wheels
With little white pills nipping at your heels
Like some outlaw asphalt cowboy in the wind
Riding high till you run out
It's an uphill battle just gearing down
Trying to get somewhere on a road that just don't end
Racing time and losing miles you'll never get back again

Well this cat in the cradle never got a silver spoon
Now I run the roads just like you
There's cities between her and me and a real life
Man, I swear that it feels like

Eighteen hours on eighteen wheels
With little white pills nipping at your heels
Like some outlaw asphalt cowboy in the wind
Riding high till you run out
It's an uphill battle just gearing down
Trying to get somewhere on a road that just don't end
Racing time and losing miles I'll never get back again
Whoa