Lletres: Mountain Goats, The. Jeff Davis County Blues.

after three nights in jail i

head north from toya vail

switched to two eighty five in pacos

head up to the redbluff

my walk's real steady

and my eyes are real cold but i

always feel like i'm sixteen years old

lost in a travel lodge

with the telivison on with the sound down

i don't feel so tough

old issues of sunset magizine

to read

sleep for twelve hours

dream about you



i have no place to go

so i drive up to new mexico

fix my eyes in the rear view

when i pull up to the state line

and i pack i guess

and although it's quite late

take the first exit to one twenty eight

i am

coming back to midland

i hope you won't mind

polaroids of the two of us

scattard on the passenger seat

i drive slowly

and evenly

and i dream about home