Dean Moriarity 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 off to his room on the Mexican side Says he's through with the railroad freight car line The fight between the moon and the latern light Says he'm goin cross county but he might come back But stickin to the highway to hell with the tracks I can't take what you may give me I've always wanted more My mercury hummin road may put put me To sleep outside your door He's got a brand new baby she's got a new pair of shoes He's drivin somebody's car but he don't know whose Been up all night but it don't show He Won twenty-five dollars in the hammer throw Three fingered guitar he's a saxophone that bites Jack's been reading her poetry he's been spillin her wine Her hair's so pretty she smells like Juicy Fruit gum Her old man's the black guy on those congo drums I can't take what you may give me I've always wanted more My mercury hummin road may put put me To sleep outside your door Instrumental Maybe he should call her he just ain't got the dough Maybe he;ll step on outside and check the radio It's playing her song man it just ain't his See a 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 thrill 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 just bottowed it awhile I can't take what you may give me I've always wanted more My mercury hummin road may put put me To sleep outside your door My mercury hummin road may put put me To sleep outside your door Dean Moriarity 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 off to his room on the Mexican side