ALFA OF THE HIGHWAYS —Outlaw Dark‑Twang, Humour Poétique

[Verse 1] From Corpus Christi down to Yakima’s cold wind, Alfa rolls the midnight miles like the road’s his only friend. Talc powder, tractors, fireworks in the back, He’s the king of late deliveries on a never‑ending track. Truck stop lights are glowing, neon humming in the rain, And every mile he drives wipes another bit of pain. [Chorus] He’s Alfa of the highways, the shadow on the line, Rolling through the darkness like the night was redesigned. Employee of the month, with a smile you can’t replace, Two hundred euros in his pocket and the moonlight on his face. [Verse 2] From Oklahoma City to Houston’s dusty heat, He hauls ammonia, gravel, engines, steel and wheat. A LoneStar or a Volvo, he don’t care what he rides, As long as the wheels keep turning and the dawn stays by his side. He’s the kind of man who shows up when the world is fast asleep, And the freight he pulls behind him is a promise he will keep. [Bridge] Maybe he’s chasing sunsets, maybe outrunning time, Maybe he’s just a wanderer with diesel in his spine. But every road remembers him, every mile knows his name, Alfa drives like every journey is a chapter in his flame. [Chorus] He’s Alfa of the highways, the shadow on the line, Rolling through the darkness like the night was redesigned. Employee of the month, with a smile you can’t replace, Two hundred euros in his pocket and the moonlight on his face.