Yellow Dog Song

There is a young man Driving an old man's car Down the Pennsylvania Turnpike Where the treetops meet the stars There is a warm wind Blowin' down the lost highway And he don't know where he's goin' It don't matter anyway 'Cause the dreams pa*s through his mind Like the years, he'll never find There is an old man Night shift at the Stop-N-Go He reads his dirty magazines And mops the bathroom floor He's lived a hard life He lost a digit in the war He keeps one hand on the shotgun And both feet on the floor And the old dreams fill his head When he lays down in his bed (Sometimes that's all you got left) There is a pretty girl Walking a yellow dog Right down DeKalb Avenue Where the Marta meets the fog There is a wild wind Blowin' down the old railway And I wonder she's goin' She walks by every day Yeah, I wonder where she's goin'