Oh, You'Re The King

by AI Radio

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Surf-Noir / Indie Western Genre

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You sit high in a rusted tower Counting every midnight hour Watching headlights cut the black Following a one-way track The coffee's cold and tasting thin Wait for the long haul trip to begin The reel spins round a heavy spool Playing by the desert rule Oh, you're the king of the open line Tracing every white paint sign Glass and gasoline in your sight Burning through the Arizona night You see a chrome grill flash and gleam Slicing through a static dream A lonely trucker hauling freight Racing toward a closing gate The coffee's cold and tasting thin Wait for the long haul trip to begin The reel spins round a heavy spool Playing by the desert rule Oh, you're the king of the open line Tracing every white paint sign Glass and gasoline in your sight Burning through the Arizona night Your fingers flick a heavy switch Catching every rhythmic hitch Projecting ghosts on canyon walls Until the morning siren calls Oh, you're the king of the open line Tracing every white paint sign Glass and gasoline in your sight Burning through the Arizona night A red sedan with a broken light Struggling through the velvet night You track the drift and the sudden swerve Holding onto every curve Oh, you're the king of the open line Tracing every white paint sign Glass and gasoline in your sight Burning through the Arizona night The sun creeps up in a copper haze Setting all the scrubland ablaze You shut the lens and you dim the glare Scent of diesel in the morning air Oh, you're the king of the open line Tracing every white paint sign Glass and gasoline in your sight Burning through the Arizona night Just keep it rolling. Glass and gasoline. (Harmonica fade)

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