[Verse 1] McAlpin after midnight, nothing but the stars, Clay road dust behind us, headlights hitting jars. Turned off ninety-five and headed where the farms begin, Radio crackling static, let the trouble in. [Chorus] McAlpin midnight ride, where the blacktop disappears, Running from the nothing, running through the years. Pine trees standing guard on every turn and bend, McAlpin midnight ride, hope it never ends. [Verse 2] Blueberry farms sleeping under silver moon, Passed the little church where somebody got married in June. Stargazing through the windshield, not a single city light, McAlpin, population quiet on a Friday night. [Chorus] McAlpin midnight ride, where the blacktop disappears, Running from the nothing, running through the years. Pine trees standing guard on every turn and bend, McAlpin midnight ride, hope it never ends. [Bridge] Some folks need the ocean, some folks need the hills, Give me a McAlpin backroad and the whippoorwills. Nothing out here but the land and the sky and the soul, McAlpin midnight ride, making broken people whole. [Outro - guitar fade into crickets] McAlpin midnight ride... (never ends)... Where the blacktop disappears... (into the pines)...
