Don't know why they even bother putting this highway on the map;
anybody that's ever been on it knows exactly where they're at.
Hell's on both ends of it, and nowhere's in between,
and this highway's mean.
Seems like it's always hot down here, no matter when you come.
It's the kind of heat that holds you like a mama holds her son.
Tight when he tries to walk, even tighter if he runs.
It's a mean old dusty highway,
but it's the only one that'll get me there.
That'll get me there.
Mean old highway,
stuck to the ground in Mississippi.
It's the one'll set me free,
it's the same one that I see
being ripped up off the ground and wrapped around me.
Don't let it fool you, this highway's mean.
I don't need a map to tell me where I am today.
This feeling that I have has always led the way.
Down here you're running from a broken heart
or to a heart that you gotta break.
On this mean old highway.
On this mean old highway.
Mean old highway,
stuck to the ground in Mississippi.
It's the one'll set me free,
it's the same one that I see
being ripped up off the ground and wrapped around me.
Don't let it fool you, this highway's mean.
Well, this highway's mean
Don't let it fool you, this highway's mean.