Robber’s Highway Songtext
von John Hiatt

Can′t feel the fingers of one hand
Last night felt like a three-night stand
Mouth full of cotton, feet of clay
I didn't plan on waking up today

I had heart, wheels and wings
Now I don′t have any of these things
Come and get me, Jesus, I don't know
Come and get me, 'cause I can′t go


I lost my brothers, I lost my friends
Only one way this thing ends
Cheap and dirty in a bad motel
Wondering what it was you used to do so well

I had words, chords and strings
Now I don′t have any of these things
Come and get me, Jesus, I don't know
Come and get me ′cause I can't go

Shirt and pants, coffee black
Open up the shade a crack
Fields of cotton, fields of clay
Sun going down on a Robber′s Highway


Winds that whistle, birds that sing
I've no understanding of any of these things
Come and get me, Jesus, I don′t know
Come and get me 'cause I can't go