Lyrics

A hundred miles of cotton needing dusting down
A hundred miles of road, Tallulah bound
Nothing soon forgotten, some things seldom seen
No one ever slips away so clean
Trying to make it out of here alive on Highway 65
Trying to make it out of here alive
The wind, it's blowing steady, river's running wild
All alone there dreams one hungry child
Up along the levee, down among the shacks
Everyone's got burdens on their backs
Looking for a new way to survive on Highway 65
Looking for a new way to survive on Highway 65
We drive away and say
May this day bring comfort for you
Drive away, we get up on out of here
We drive away and say
May this day bring comfort for you here, my dear
This is Chicot County, and all the money's spent
They say Chicot County came and went
And without a bounty, never something new
Maybe someday you'll come passing through
They're waiting on a savior to arrive on Highway 65
Waiting on a savior to arrive on Highway 65