The Ghost Of Highway 20

groot zien aub Been sixty years, I don't want for nothing But my tears, they keep on coming And my fears continue to haunt me Along with the ghost of highway 20 I know this road like the back of my hand Same with the stations, only FM band Farms and truck stops and firework stands I know this road like the back of my hand @;Lucinda Williams lens: Carl Zeiss Jena Tessa 1Q Silver 1955-1958