Dean Moriarity don't live here no more
He's off in California and he works in a liquor store
Where it's two packs of cigarettes and one half of a pint
He's off to his room on the Mexican side
Says he's through with the railroad freight car line
The fight between the moon and the latern light
Says he'm goin cross county but he might come back
But stickin to the highway to hell with the tracks
I can't take what you may give me
I've always wanted more
My mercury hummin road may put put me
To sleep outside your door
He's got a brand new baby she's got a new pair of shoes
He's drivin somebody's car but he don't know whose
Been up all night but it don't show
He Won twenty-five dollars in the hammer throw
Three fingered guitar he's a saxophone that bites
Jack's been reading her poetry he's been spillin her wine
Her hair's so pretty she smells like Juicy Fruit gum
Her old man's the black guy on those congo drums
I can't take what you may give me
I've always wanted more
My mercury hummin road may put put me
To sleep outside your door
Maybe he should call her he just ain't got the dough
Maybe he; ll step on outside and check the radio
It's playing her song man it just ain't his
See a Man like him's got no business with the wife and the kids
It's the last of the red wine from a night full of thrill
It's a coast to the bottom of a Frisco hill
How can a body begrudge another body a ride
I didn't steal your car man just bottowed it awhile
I can't take what you may give me
I've always wanted more
My mercury hummin road may put put me
To sleep outside your door
My mercury hummin road may put put me
To sleep outside your door
Dean Moriarity don't live here no more
He's off in California and he works in a liquor store
Where it's two packs of cigarettes and one half of a pint
He's off to his room on the Mexican side