Dean Moriarty - Eric Taylor

Dean Moriarity don’t live here no more

He’s off in California and he works in a liquor store

Where it’s two packs of cigarettes and one half of a pint

He’s off to his room on the Mexican side

Says he’s through with the railroad freight car line

The fight between the moon and the latern light

Says he’m goin cross county but he might come back

But stickin to the highway to hell with the tracks

I can’t take what you may give me

I’ve always wanted more

My mercury hummin road may put put me

To sleep outside your door

He’s got a brand new baby she’s got a new pair of shoes

He’s drivin somebody’s car but he don’t know whose

Been up all night but it don’t show

He Won twenty-five dollars in the hammer throw

Three fingered guitar he’s a saxophone that bites

Jack’s been reading her poetry he’s been spillin her wine

Her hair’s so pretty she smells like Juicy Fruit gum

Her old man’s the black guy on those congo drums

I can’t take what you may give me

I’ve always wanted more

My mercury hummin road may put put me

To sleep outside your door

Maybe he should call her he just ain’t got the dough

Maybe he;ll step on outside and check the radio

It’s playing her song man it just ain’t his

See a Man like him’s got no business with the wife and the kids

It’s the last of the red wine from a night full of thrill

It’s a coast to the bottom of a Frisco hill

How can a body begrudge another body a ride

I didn’t steal your car man just bottowed it awhile

I can’t take what you may give me

I’ve always wanted more

My mercury hummin road may put put me

To sleep outside your door

My mercury hummin road may put put me

To sleep outside your door

Dean Moriarity don’t live here no more

He’s off in California and he works in a liquor store

Where it’s two packs of cigarettes and one half of a pint

He’s off to his room on the Mexican side