Twelve main highways to the gateway

One of these directions must be blessed

Across the desert

California

Promise of a new life in the west

 

Well it's not far up to Las Vegas

If I could bet the nothing that remains

But it's one hundred sixty miles to Independence

And a lifetime away from where I came

 

What's happened to America if you know

Could you tell me where the winds of fortune blow

Down the highways of prosperity

That's what they're always telling me

When there's no place to call home

And there's no place left to go

Twelve main highways lead the New Poor into Barstow

 

Well I'm lonely and I'm only

Looking for a way out of this town

And if the Devil tries to stop me

I hope the good Lord buys another round

 

By the river in the cool wind

Beneath the railroad tracks

White bird circling against a cloud

Full moon rising at my back

Down the highways of prosperity

That's what they're always telling me

When there's no place to call home

And there's no place left go

Twelve main highways lead the New Poor into Barstow