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作曲 : Drive-By Truckers, Hood

He was ready for the big trip

He was moving to the city

He had packed his prize possessions

And gave away the rest

He was almost doing ninety

The sky was blue, sun was shining

All the shit, he left behind

For the big world waiting there

He was almost out of

LeightonWhen that phone truck didn't see him

Hit the brake, slided sideways

He never had a chance

Plastic flowers on the highway

Bits of glass for the machine to sweep away

Had to pass it on my way to where

I was going

For the next few minutes,

I drove a little slower

Them M.A.D.

D. mothers couldn't help him

He was sober, it was

SundayHe was full of good home cooking

As he crashed the savior's door

Plastic flowers on the highway

Greasy spot on the asphalt for a while

Every morning, new babies being born

Who'll do the best they can to hang around a little while

My community service had me working for the county

Cutting grass on the off-ramps and medians and such

Every quarter mile or so, stands a brand new reminder

Another traffic death in town, something new to cut around

Crashed out on the highway

Plastic cross and a plastic bouquet

Paramedics in the by-stander's gaze

Plastic flowers on the highway

Bits of glass for the machine to sweep away

Had to pass it on my way to where

I was going

The next few minutes

I drove a little slower