Mayflower

Dean Moriarty
Eric Taylor
© Songs of Polygram Intl./Blue Ruby Music, BMI

Dean Moriarty don't live here no more
He's off in California and he works in a liquor store
Where it's two packs of cigarettes
And one-half of a pint
He's back to his room on the Mexican side

Says he's through with the railroad freight car line
The fight between the moon and the lantern light
Says he's going cross country
But he might come back
Sticking to the highway
To hell with the tracks

Chorus
I can't take what you may give me
I've always wanted more
And my Mercury-humming road may put me
To sleep outside your door

He got a brand new baby
She got a new pair of shoes
He's driving somebody's car
But he don't know whose
He's been up all night
But it don't show
He won twenty-five dollars
In the hammer throw

It's a three-fingered guitar
And a saxophone that bites
Jack's been reading her poetry
Man, he's been spilling her wine
Oh, her hairs' so pretty
She smells like Juicy Fruit gum
He old man's the black guy
On the conga drums

Maybe he should call her
He just ain't got the dough
Maybe walk on outside and check the radio
It's playing her song
But it just ain't his
Man like him's got no business
With the wife and the kids

It's the last of the red wine
From a night full of thrills
It's a coast to the bottom
Of a Frisco hill
How can a body begrudge another body a ride?
I didn't steal your car, man
I just borrowed it a while

(Chorus)