Crooked Mile

I left my mother's house at fifteen
with her diamonds and a suit of clothes
set to hitch the first car by
and ride it where it goes
who's gonna go your crooked mile?
I got to New York City
where they looked me up & down
at knife point off Saint Marks Place
I gave up the crown
who's gonna go your crooked mile?
who's gonna go your crooked mile?
who's gonna haul your load?
who's gonna come out in the dark
and find you on that road?
out in California
spinnin' 'neath blue skies
I fell hard, all for a girl
with raindrops in her eyes
who's gonna go your crooked mile?
"now who's gonna hold your lilly white hand
who's gonna drive you south?
who's gonna be your moanin' dove
& kiss you on the mouth?"
who's gonna go your crooked mile?
who's gonna go your crooked mile?
who's gonna haul your load?
who's gonna come out in the dark
and find you on that road?
and when my run was over
I git down on my knees
and I felt the touch of the Holy Ghost
when I said 'Jesus please'
who's gonna go your crooked mile?
now the mile still runs crooked
the highways up above
and the only thing I've found that counts
in this world is love
who's gonna go your crooked mile?

who's gonna go your crooked mile?
who's gonna haul your load?
who's gonna come out in the dark
and find you on that road?
who's gonna go your crooked mile?
who's gonna go your crooked mile?

© 1997 Peter Case BUG Music (BMI)


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