Текст песни Interstate City - Dave Alvin

The Cowboy checked in around Midnight
The Room Number 503
The best western Motel and Truck Stop
Out on Interstate Highway 15

And he leaves a message to the front desk
"When my woman comes, send her up to me"
Then he sits in the Dark drinkin' Bourbon
And he kicks a hole in the TV-Screen

Another girl working down at the front desk
Sits listening to the Truck drive past
She stares at her pale reflection
In the thick, bulletproof glass

And she thinks that her Life might be better
If she could change the color of her hair
And she remembered the boy she knew one time
Who swore he get her out of here

Come on Baby take a ride with me
Where the bright lights shine so pretty
We can spend the rest of our lives
Driving on Interstate City

Another Woman pulls up to the Motel
In a beat up Japanese car
Trying to figure out how that Cowboy
Tracked her down to the topless bar

And it's been so long since she'd seen him
She doesn't know exactly what to say
So she let's out a 'sigh' and tries to decide
To go upstairs or just drive away

Come on Baby take a ride with me
Where the bright lights shine so pretty
We can spend the rest of our lives
Driving on Interstate City

Well the Statetrooper turns out his headlights
Runs a Check on the License Plate
Wishes he had time to call his wife
To tell her he'd be working late

Than he checks with the girl at the front desk
He tells her 'bout the APB
And he tries not to think of his children
As he walks the stairs to Room 503

Come on Baby take a ride with me
Where the bright lights shine so pretty
We can spend the rest of our lives
Driving on Interstate City

Come on Baby take a ride with me
Where the bright lights shine so pretty
We can spend the rest of our lives
Driving on Interstate City