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HIGHWAY X

Copyright 2011 by Grant Carrington
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When you're driving through Wisconsin and you're trying to find your way,
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The cows look at you cross-eyed, they won't give the time of day.
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And the man on NPR says there is no Prairie Home,
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No Companion for your travels as you ramble and you roam.
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And the devil's dealing dirty from the bottom of his decks.
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That's when you know you've found your way to that place called Highway X.
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    Highway X in Wisconsin leads to parts unknown,
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    Where dogs all howl backwards and the rabbits gnaw on bones.
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    The cats all ride on broomsticks and the bats are making hay.
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    Highway X in Wisconsin: You'd better stay away.

When you're driving through Wisconsin on some unknown interstate:
The exits are all Up and Down; the Stop signs all say Wait.
And the sun that shines down on you has Charlie Manson's face.
The bullfrogs are sopranos and the bullfrogs all sing bass.
And the median is lined with a hundred thousand wrecks.
"Oh, Martha! Oh, dear God! We've been caught by Highway X!"
    Highway X in Wisconsin leads to parts unknown,
    Where a man comes out to tell you you're in the Twilight Zone.
    The sheep are doing do-si-do while the horses all sashay.
    Highway X in Wisconsin: You'd better stay away.

When you're driving through Wisconsin in the middle of the night
And a saucer swoops down on you from some interstellar flight.
The stars are blinking SOS and the moon is bloody red
While a lightning bolt laughs at you from some paisley thunderhead.
And your car is driving by itself by some psychical reflex.
Then you know you'll spend the rest of your life right her on Highway X.
    Highway X in Wisconsin leads to parts unknown,
    Where Groucho and Jack Benny call you on your cellular phone.
    Highway X in Wisconsin: You should've stayed away,
    'Cause the past is now your present and your future is passe.

Feel free to perform this song in public, as long as you mention who wrote it. (A mention of the CD, Ancient Laughter, and the fact that it can purchased from www.cdbaby.com would be appreciated too.) If you want to record it, however, you will have to cross my palm with silver. My brother-in-law comes from Sicily.