I keep chasing that same old devil down the same old dead-end highway
Riding that storm running through my veins like a shot down tail-spun airplane
Scared of nothing and I'm scared to death I can't breathe and I catch my breath
But I keep chasing that same old devil down the same old dead-end highway
Ain't no love in Oklahoma
Just a whistle of a long black train
You'll know when it's coming for ya
Riding in on a winded blade
I got saved in the same red river,
the same red river trying to drown me.
It ain't knocking me down,
I'm standing my ground with the hole where I'm falling all around me.
I keep running but I'm standing still,
pray for peace but I need the thrill.
So I keep chasing that same old devil down the same old dead end highway.
Ain't no love in Oklahoma
Just the whistle of an old black train
You'll know when it's coming for ya Riding in a Vendee Blanc
Just
a whistle on a long black train.
You'll know when it's coming for you.
by the middle of when that rain.
Ain't no love in Oklahoma,
just a whistle of an all-black train.
You'll know when it's coming for you,