Pancho and Slim and a case of Corona
The ghost of Phil Spector and me
Had a conversation on the road to salvation
Dodging dirt road tumbleweeds
Tumbleweeds, dodging dirt road tumbleweeds
Tumbleweeds, dodging dirt road tumbleweeds
The genius between us caught fire in Sedona
We kept it alive until dawn
An unspoken truth about wanting and needing
Got carried away in the storm
In the storm, carried away in the storm
In the storm, carried away in the storm
Eastbound road signs printed in prisons
I don't understand what they say
Broken down billboards spelled out in birdcalls
Follow me this is the way
Follow me, follow me this is the way
Follow me, follow me this is the way
I'm betting you'd rather the bed by the window
We pulled in the cheap motor lodge
My passengers spilled out their past on the pavement
And I turned the radio loud
Turned it loud, I turned the radio loud
Turned it loud, I turned the radio loud
It's not a last cry for freedom or a call for redemption
Or a novel way to unwind
Just a highway of humans searching for answers
And looking for just what they find
What they find, looking for just what they find
What they find, looking for just what they find
Pancho and Slim and a case of Corona
The ghost of Phil Spector and me
Had a conversation on the road to salvation
Dodging dirt road tumbleweeds
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Pancho and Slim and a case of Corona
The ghost of Phil Spector and me
Had a conversation on the road to salvation
Dodging dirt road tumbleweeds
Tumbleweeds, dodging dirt road tumbleweeds
Tumbleweeds, dodging dirt road tumbleweeds
The genius between us caught fire in Sedona
We kept it alive until dawn
An unspoken truth about wanting and needing
Got carried away in the storm
In the storm, carried away in the storm
In the storm, carried away in the storm
Eastbound road signs printed in prisons
I don't understand what they say
Broken down billboards spelled out in birdcalls
Follow me this is the way
Follow me, follow me this is the way
Follow me, follow me this is the way
I'm betting you'd rather the bed by the window
We pulled in the cheap motor lodge
My passengers spilled out their past on the pavement
And I turned the radio loud
Turned it loud, I turned the radio loud
Turned it loud, I turned the radio loud
It's not a last cry for freedom or a call for redemption
Or a novel way to unwind
Just a highway of humans searching for answers
And looking for just what they find
What they find, looking for just what they find
What they find, looking for just what they find
Pancho and Slim and a case of Corona
The ghost of Phil Spector and me
Had a conversation on the road to salvation
Dodging dirt road tumbleweeds
The ghost of Phil Spector and me
Had a conversation on the road to salvation
Dodging dirt road tumbleweeds
Tumbleweeds, dodging dirt road tumbleweeds
Tumbleweeds, dodging dirt road tumbleweeds
The genius between us caught fire in Sedona
We kept it alive until dawn
An unspoken truth about wanting and needing
Got carried away in the storm
In the storm, carried away in the storm
In the storm, carried away in the storm
Eastbound road signs printed in prisons
I don't understand what they say
Broken down billboards spelled out in birdcalls
Follow me this is the way
Follow me, follow me this is the way
Follow me, follow me this is the way
I'm betting you'd rather the bed by the window
We pulled in the cheap motor lodge
My passengers spilled out their past on the pavement
And I turned the radio loud
Turned it loud, I turned the radio loud
Turned it loud, I turned the radio loud
It's not a last cry for freedom or a call for redemption
Or a novel way to unwind
Just a highway of humans searching for answers
And looking for just what they find
What they find, looking for just what they find
What they find, looking for just what they find
Pancho and Slim and a case of Corona
The ghost of Phil Spector and me
Had a conversation on the road to salvation
Dodging dirt road tumbleweeds
Writer: Susan Coleman
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid