Bloody 98 - Blue Mountain

Well I ride 400 horses trough a tunnel in the pines

Dead dogs, patchy fog it’s hard to see the lines

There’s a cross at every curve to comemorate

Drivin back from Mobile on bloody 98

I got a wife in Hattiesburg and a lover in Mobile

God knows I’m spending half my life behind the wheel

My pontiac is a panting horse, but I’m a running late

Drivin back from Mobile on bloody 98

Jackknife in the highway, 18 wheels up in the air

To late to hit my brakes, I’m already there

So now I’m just another restless haint who lost his way