From the recording SEARCH THE UNIVERSE

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Mike Bailey- acoustic guitar and vocal

Lyrics

Race With The Devil On US One

I have no clue why the devil chases me
On that long cold road with the orange moon hanging in the trees
Spring time Deep Down South but it’s 27 Degrees

Empty produce stands shiver in the moonbeams
Scarecrows guarding nothing but the frozen ground it seems
Pinch myself reminder this is not a series of dreams

A Different sort of demon lurks by the State Line
I have nothing in the world to hide-but I’m a profilers dream outline
Orange turns to daylight Ice on the Highway signs

I have no clue why the devil chases me
On a long cold road with the orange moon hanging in the trees
Spring time deep down South but it’s 17 degrees

Spring time deep down South but it’s 14, 12, 10 degrees