Natchez Trace

Anywhere you want me
Anywhere in time and space
3 hours from Nashville
Crawling up the Natchez Trace

You left no number
There was no disgrace
With a Cadillac man
Left holding the can
Out on the Natchez Trace

Stood up on an ancient mound
Took my time to look around
Two ways for me to go
No point deciding when you’re on your own

I know you from Jackson
I never forget a face
I saw it last when I paid for gas
Out on the Natchez Trace

Roll into the bright blue yonder
Picking up the pace
Hair triggers and guitar pickers
Heading down the Natchez Trace

Pulled into a country town
Crossed the tracks and looked around
No place for me to go
Not a problem when you’re on your own

There is no end to this
The wars of class and race
Shadows that crawl and follow us all
Down the Natchez Trace

We left in numbers
There was no disgrace
If there’s somewhere you know
That you’ll never go
Take the Natchez Trace

Ride down the Trail of Tears
Roll back 10,000 years
Grab a twenty from the ATM
Andrew Jackson’s on the road again

Anywhere you want me
Anywhere in time and space