Ghost of the Highways V2

[Intro] Diesel coughing under a dead-stop moon Steel in the trailer, coming through soon [Verse 1] I keep one hand low on the wheel Other counts what the dark won’t steal Mile marker bent like a rusted nail Cold coffee shaking in the sleeper rail There’s a name on the radio nobody claims Three knocks in the box and a change in the rain I don’t chase daylight, I haul what I’m told With a bad transmission and a heart full of cold [Pre-Chorus] If you hear that horn where the county ends Don’t turn around, don’t call your friends Something rides quiet in the diesel smoke Something knows every promise you broke [Chorus] Ghost of the highways, roll that sign Big rig thunder on the county line Ghost of the highways, call my name Steel wheels burning through the cold black rain Low in the valley, high on the grade Ain’t no badge gonna stop this freight Ghost of the highways, let it be known I carry the night, but I drive alone [Verse 2] Southbound through the salt where the road turns white Trailer lamps blinking like a warning light Gravel in the fender, blood on the glove No one asks questions at the truck-stop mud I seen dawn break red on a busted hood Seen good men vanish where the pine trees stood Got a paper map folded under the seat And a ghost in the mirror keeping time with the beat [Pre-Chorus] If you hear that horn where the county ends Don’t turn around, don’t call your friends Something rides quiet in the diesel smoke Something knows every promise you broke [Chorus] Ghost of the highways, roll that sign Big rig thunder on the county line Ghost of the highways, call my name Steel wheels burning through the cold black rain Low in the valley, high on the grade Ain’t no badge gonna stop this freight Ghost of the highways, let it be known I carry the night, but I drive alone [Bridge] At the weigh station, the lights went dead A voice from the trailer said, “Keep ahead” No face in the mirror, no boots on the ground Just six tires humming when there’s no road around [Chorus] Ghost of the highways, roll that sign Big rig thunder on the county line Ghost of the highways, call my name Steel wheels burning through the cold black rain Low in the valley, high on the grade Ain’t no badge gonna stop this freight Ghost of the highways, let it be known I carry the night, but I drive alone [Outro] Diesel cooling where the cold dawn breaks One last rattle in the trailer brakes If that call-sign crosses your radio stone Leave the porch light off—I’m driving alone