Yellow Dog Song

There's a young man
 drivin' and old man's car
 down the Pennsylvania Turnpike
 where the treetops meet the stars
 there's a wild wind
 blowin' down the lost highway
 and he don't know where he's goin'
 it don't matter anyway
 and the dreams pass through his mind
 like the years he'll never find
 there's an old man
 night shift at the Stop'N'Go
 he reads his dirty magazines
 and mops the bathroom floor
 he's had a hard life
 he lost a digit in the war
 he keeps one hand on the shotgun
 and both feet on the floor
 and the old dreams fills his head
 when he lays down in his bed
 (sometimes that's all ya got left)
 there's a pretty girl
 walkin' a yellow dog
 right down Dekalb Avenue
 where the MARTA meets the fog
 there's a wild wind
 blowin' down the old railway
 and I wonder where she's goin'
 she comes here every day
 I wonder where she's goin'