We were riding the highway
Like a band of rabid dogs
Out of New Orleans into midnight fog
I was driving so hard
Against the violent rain
Disregarding any hurricane
With eyes wide open
I could barely see
When we felt the impact
Of storm debris
And the oil did flow
Like a river at 3 a. m
On the entry drive of a Holiday Inn
It’s the rhythm of the road
It’s the beat we’ve come to know
The warring and the revelry
The glory and the travesty
Of the road
It’s the beat we’ve come to know
It only cost us
One night’s pay
And it only lost us half the next day
And we were all laughing
By now we know the deal
You gotta dance with the
Ghost of the wheel
Nobody can know
Where the wind will scatter us
Sooner or later we will all be dust