The Highway Poem by William Mowell

Staring at the double yellow line
Down the road I travel on
Random thoughts fill me head
Listening to a rockabilly song

My Chevy is long gone tired
And I ain't that far behind
Looking for a good spot to stop
Praying for a decent road sign

I thought I was the king of the road
But she told me to get my ass back home

I listen about like I learn
I'm a drinkin' smokin' son of the south
I keep driving onward down the road
Stoppin' occasionally to soothe this cottonmouth

She warned me she'd be leaving
I told her get her ass going
I can't be held down by a woman
So keep the Bud Light flowing

I can't be in one place long
I crave that long forgotten highway
On the way to nowhere
Just another mile away