Howlin' at Midnight - Lucinda Williams

Howlin' at midnight, winter creepin' in

Feel like I’ve gone and lost my best friend

My best friend, lost my best friend

This car’s headed down the wrong track again

I ain’t got nobody, I’m nobody’s girl

Gonna get in my Mercury and drive around the world

Around the world, all around the world

When I reach that mountain top I’ll stand with flags unfurled

She’s up in New York City tryin' to make it big

Wrote me a letter yesterday sayin' I ain’t got no gigs

Ain’t got no gigs, I ain’t got no gigs

If you wanna send me somethin', make it a two dollar rig

She’s up in New York City tryin' to be a star

Told me you’re wastin' your time where you are

Where you are, where you are

Gotta get yourself out of all those Texas bars

Howlin' at midnight, winter creepin' in

Feel like I’ve gone and lost my best friend

My best friend, lost my best friend

This car’s headed down the wrong track again

This car’s headed down the wrong track again