Rosemary with a Bible and a Gun

As strong as the day was long Rosemary would sing along Wheels rolling steady down the way The ashtray it would fill up twice The windows down felt nice As miles stretched the twilight of the day Driving up by 55 Mississippi zooming by Salvation in the cool November air I’m searching for the mixture That could paint a pretty picture Of the wind blowing through Rosemary’s hair Her daddy always said she was the one Who made the light stars could wish upon Rosemary with a Bible and a gun I was more than smitten By the words as they were written And the opportunities awaiting there Our time was etched and promised Til the truth came down upon us Descending all our hopes into despair We took our leave and headed north A tank at 20 dollars worth The highway called her name like siren’s call 25 and on the run William Eggleston Parking lots with neon in the fall Her daddy’s eyes drew fire into the sun Asked me why I thought I was the one His eyes could be deemed worthy to whoever cast upon Rosemary with a Bible and a gun One kiss could turn the dark to light, the dawn This rollercoaster highway can’t compare to the fun Of Memphis saturated in decay and on the run Rosemary with a Bible and a gun