Hiway 9 - Eliza Gilkyson

Well the white god said to the little man

We’re gonna fulfill scripture in the holy land

Between the tigris and euphrates it’s a lot like hell

Go on and liberate my people and their o-i-l

Get your big trucks rollin down hiway 9

Put on the armor it’s party time

Gonna dance with the devil of our own design

Get your big trucks rollin down hiway 9

So the little man gathered all his chickenhawks in

And the neo-cons and his daddy’s kin

They had their own clear channel and a hell of a spin

And a white man hidden in a black man’s skin

Big trucks rollin down hiway 9

Pulverize the puppet it’s payback time

Whose tax dollar is it yours and mine

Keeps the big trucks rollin down hiway 9

Well we got caught sleeping at the sentry post

Now we’re standing toe to toe with what we feared the most

That old father and his son and the unheavenly host

We gotta do what we can don’t give up the ghost

Get the big trucks rollin down hiway 9

With food and water and an internet line

Run to the polls when it comes the time

'cause the big truck’s rollin down hiway 9