309

[constantine]

barrel-assing the interstate
in my phantom 309
ain't got time for nothing
can't talk about it now
32 miles to cracker barrel
i can hardly wait
fucking idiots

pulled in 4 am
the blue moon diner
me and my phantom 309
got chopped liver and onions
piece of apple pie
coffee… black
waitress looked like eileen brennan
i like eileen brennan
another coffee
black
back on the road
in my phantom 309

breaker breaker
come in phantom 309
ain't no easin up
ain't got time for that now
plutonium rods for the texas combine
rosita needs a new pair of shoes
fucking hot and getting hotter
sweat tastes salty with a hint of garlic
remind me not to eat at the blue moon again
stop at cracker barrel for jerky
turkey jerky teriyaki
ain't that a wicked bitch
tearing up the asphalt
in my phantom 309