Out on the lonesome highway
I met a haunted man.
He looked so sad stood in the rain
I thought I’d lend a hand.
He said he’d seen so many things,
That he’d travelled so very far.
I noticed that, from hairline to jaw,
He bore a jagged scar.
And now as I lie ripped apart
Beneath the softly glowing stars,
The lonesome pines whisper to me,
“You should never stop the car…”
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