Highway 49 Hymnal

Got a full tank of gas and a half-pack of smokes

The rearview mirror's full of all their tired, dusty jokes

My ghosts are ridin' shotgun, countin' all the hearts I broke

Starting with my own one, learnin' how to bear the yoke

Passed the turn-off for Mobile, where Jenny tried to run

Blew a kiss to New Orleans, prayin' I'm not the only one

Jackson's just a memory now, beneath the setting sun

This ain't an ending, baby, my real story's just begun.

This is my Highway 49 hymnal

A gospel sung in engine whine and steel

Turnin' my trauma into a terminal

Velocity, the only thing that's real

I ain't prayin' to a god in a distant sky

I'm puttin' faith in the horizon line and I

Don't need a savior, don't need a king or a crown

I'm my own damn legend in my own damn town, just drivin' it down.

Passed the cotton fields stretchin' out under the moon

Remembered every lesson they tried to teach me way too soon

'Bout bein' quiet, bein' grateful, hummin' someone else's tune

Woke up one day and realized my life was not a boon

For them to take and profit from, for them to understand

I am the rock they built on, I'm the salt of this whole land

And I'm takin' back the interest with this calloused, steady hand

Got my own ten commandments, and I'm makin' my own stand.

This is my Highway 49 hymnal

A gospel sung in engine whine and steel

Turnin' my trauma into a terminal

Velocity, the only thing that's real

I ain't prayin' to a god in a distant sky

I'm puttin' faith in the horizon line and I

Don't need a savior, don't need a king or a crown

I'm my own damn legend in my own damn town, just drivin' it down.

And maybe this road don't lead to heaven, maybe it don't lead nowhere

Maybe it's just miles of asphalt and polluted, heavy air

But it's mine. Every pothole, every faded yellow line.

This journey is the temple, and the pilgrim here is divine.

Yeah, the pilgrim is divine.

And the only gospel that I need... is the rumble of the wheels and the gaining of the speed.

Just drivin' it down…