Well, my sweetheart said she'd leave me for that southern sea to build herself a new life
in those Florida Keys, and I was sitting with my elbow dug in to my knees at the edge of
the bed with a knife blood red.
Oh, 95 North, won't you save my soul, and if you get it back to me, I'll pay you something
bold, cause I got bad remains in the car I ride.
Never had enough brain, enough brain to cure my high, and I got 1,000 miles in this dirty
room, and it's shining blue, and the engine's moaning through, and at my side is Mother
Mary screaming.
And my ear and cane is coming down in a golden sphere.
Oh, 95 North, no, I don't want to die, but my wipers can't keep up with this storming
sky, and I know too well I got it coming to me.
I'm just so tired of all that pain that comes along with being free.
And I'm stranded in Virginia at a cheap motel with a burden weighing down into the depths
of hell, and no, they never told this yank about the dirty south where the family gets
you first before the law can find out.
Oh, 95 North.
Won't you keep me free?
Because it seems in my past, well, it's catching up with me, oh, and I know too well I should
have stayed alone, cause now I'm far from home, with only a bag full of bones.
And I was woken in the morning to a knocking at my door.
I said, there's a mean-looking man waiting for you on that first floor, so if you come
downstairs, when you change that lock, just meet him in the lobby.
Oh, he says he'd really like me.
He'd love to talk.
Oh, 95 North, to your arms I've run.
It seems this man downstairs is waiting with a loaded gun, though, and I know too well
I've been a bad, bad man, but I do not intend to die.
I'll buy another man's hand.
And so I flew down the highway with a voice in my head that said, there ain't no fear
in dying when you are better off dead, and all my conscience had caught up.
To me, my mind is now so clear, and if it's justice I'm deserving, well, it won't be
justice that I fear.
Oh, 95 North, won't you take my life, for I've been a bad man, for when I slayed my
wife, and though I know I've got a grave that's waiting for us up in Maine, I highly doubt
I'll make it there, before I'm also slayed.
Cause in my rearview mirror is a rusted sheet.
Chevrolet, and it's got men in every seat, and out-of-state plates, they were tailing
me for hours, though I tried to let them pass, for all my trials will be over, once I'm run
up out of gas.
Oh, 95 North, hope I treated you well.
It seems this truck will be behind me at the Fredericksburg Shell, and it's got four bad
men who'd like to take my life.
These got two shiny guns, and I got nothing but a knife.
Oh, 95 North, won't you shake my hand, and if this rain ever stops, well, I will be
a better man, and I know too well I got a heart to hold, and I'm holding dear, and I'm
holding dear.
Oh, 95 North, won't you shake my hand, and I'm holding dear, and I'm holding dear.