| The Company I Can Get |
|---|
| It felt so fitting |
| As I crossed the state line |
| As the last chord rang out |
| And the tape started to unwind |
| As my knuckles on the wheel |
| Made a perfect gun-sight |
| And each car that fell there |
| I could vanish from the light |
| But God knows I wouldn’t |
| I need all the company I can get |
| Even that redneck |
| In the red corvette |
| The highway takes |
| A toll on your soul |
| The odometer reads miles |
| Like time calling roll |
| In the broken road kill |
| It’s there in their eyes |
| Was I put here |
| To be food for the flies |
| God knows if I wasn’t |
| It’s for the company I can get |
| Even that redneck |
| In the red corvette |
