"18 Wheels"- Fred Eaglesmith and The Flying Squirrels

Summertime is FredHead time; everybody should see him at least once.

RIP, Willie P:



Drivin rain
Forty miles outta Michigan
Spiderweb headlights
Shutting me down

I knocked on the door
I rang the bell
The sign said vacancy
There was no one around

Eighteen wheels
Up against the wall
Fifty-six tons
Grain alcohol
Danger pay
I'm trying to be strong
But my will is gone
My will is gone
My will is gone

Lightning flashing
Standing in a phone booth
I called her number
I got a machine
I heard her voice
I heard the tone
I tried to speak
I couldn't say anything

Blinding snow
Souix City Iowa
It dawned on me
She was gone to stay
I jammed the brakes
I swung it around

Now I'm heading back
But it's way too late....