INTERSTATE TO ST. JOSEPH - Dark Twang • Heavy 808s • Cold, Clean, Menacing

Left Santa Fe at sunrise with the dry van locked tight, Fruits in the trailer and the highway in sight. GPS tried to trick me with the backroad lies, But I set my mark on Denver, let the interstate rise. Rolling north on the I‑25, clean wind on the hood, 389 humming low like it’s feeling too good. No chaos on the mirror, no trouble on the line, Just the long stretch of asphalt keeping steady and fine. Interstate to St. Joseph, white lines pulling me home, A thousand miles of silence where the wild winds roam. No fines, no damage, no ghosts on the way, Just the hum of the diesel and the calm of the day. Hit the I‑70 eastbound, sky turning gold, Every mile on the counter like a story retold. Ten miles to the gallon, engine cool, engine true, And the road opens wide like it’s made just for you. Interstate to St. Joseph, rolling smooth, rolling free, From the desert of New Mexico to Missouri’s breeze. No backroads, no detours, no reason to stray, Just the king of the highway on a perfect run today. And when I drop the trailer with the sun getting low, I know I rode the right path, let the whole world know. One driver, one highway, one long steady breath, Interstate to St. Joseph — that’s the life I respect.