Gold Chain Highway

They don't pull much gold from the hills in this town no more
Put it on the card and pray nobody knocks on the door
Main Street bars and American cars
Tabloids and pills and they see the stars
We just don't fit in to the hills in this town no more

So we thought up a way to make them learn our names for a little while
You stole your daddy's gun and you ran to the car and you smiled
Stuck up the antique store and the Shell by four
Two in the air and they'd hit the floor
Every mile of 49 was a note in an even score

Mama don't cry when you read my name in the paper
Brother don't drive off the road when you hear the news
There's gotta be someone stands for nothing
How can the heroes win if there ain't no one to lose?

So we made our way back from San Jose to the Motherlode
Our hands in chains and our eyes on the lines in the road
When the jury then gave us eight to ten
I closed my eyes and remembered when
The night was a page and the gun in your hand was the pen