Lyrics Hiway 9 - Eliza Gilkyson

Hiway 9

Well the white god said to the little man
We’re gonna fulfill scripture in the holy land
Between the tigris and euphrates it’s a lot like hell
Go on and liberate my people and their o-i-l
Get your big trucks rollin down hiway 9
Put on the armor it’s party time
Gonna dance with the devil of our own design
Get your big trucks rollin down hiway 9
So the little man gathered all his chickenhawks in
And the neo-cons and his daddy’s kin
They had their own clear channel and a hell of a spin
And a white man hidden in a black man’s skin
Big trucks rollin down hiway 9
Pulverize the puppet it’s payback time
Whose tax dollar is it yours and mine
Keeps the big trucks rollin down hiway 9
Well we got caught sleeping at the sentry post
Now we’re standing toe to toe with what we feared the most
That old father and his son and the unheavenly host
We gotta do what we can don’t give up the ghost
Get the big trucks rollin down hiway 9
With food and water and an internet line
Run to the polls when it comes the time
'cause the big truck’s rollin down hiway 9