Had a jack knife
In a rock cut
Lucky to get out alive
Waitress in a truck stop
Slipped me coffee and a five
Pumped a million quarters down the telephone
God, I do hate to be alone
People let me give you the news
Got the Highway 17 blues
I know the fire
In a young girl's eyes
I know the fire in the wild
I got that eight-ball in the right-hand pocket
I ain't nobody's child
Ran out of bennies an hour ago
Five hundred miles to go
People let me give you the news
Got the Highway 17 blues