Eight Cylinders - Yonder Mountain String Band

Because your reasons are as cool as ice

And your mind somehow paid the price

You’ll pay it again--somewhere--on down the line

When you’re there I’m sure you’ll stare

And I’ll be behind you

Because your day is a clock of grey hours

And your smile has those tallest powers

But sometimes, Jezebelle, it shines like the sun

When you’re gone and when you’re done

I will be behind you

Because your songs are so sad and tired

Because hunger is a darkness inside the phone wire

It always has been, it always will be

So it seems to me

But that’s the price you pay when you say

I will be behind you

Because your Ford broke down on 47

Because eight cylinders is your idea of heaven

You’ll get it running--someday--and you’ll ride right down the line

When you do, I hope it’s true

And I’ll ride beside you

When you do, I hope it’s true

And I’ll ride beside you