Testo NOLA

she said "i'll meet you in new orleans, on the tenth of july"
i said "please, no more hitchhiking, i want to see you there alive"
she said "honey, baby, sweet thing, my bus gets in at 5am,
you can meet me at the station, good to see you there again"

and i remember west virginia, how the mountains seemed to crush us,
how we couldn't stop speeding, through the hills of kentucky,
the train [something] with the hidden stream, the nights spent in the southern heat, a six pack bringing honesty, and tempting thoughts of train-hopping.