Highway 75

Somewhere in the back woods

Where the football scouts don’t come

The winter last forever

The hunger is in your baby’s eyes


Out here on 75

You lived for work and money

The kitchen breathed the winter

Held the cold

Like smoke and coal


They carried him over the mountain

With seven shotgun shells


He swore no more poverty

He swore no more hunger

But the color of his skin ….


Two rode on the hood with the snow in the headlights coming down

They had to get him to Birmingham

Before the fighting began


Way out in the mountains

On the back of 75

Your kitchen holds the winter

Your kids are sick and cold

With hunger in their eyes

The football scouts don’t come

The coal mines have been shut down


The railroad couldn’t make the mountain

They’re carrying a black journalist across the mountain with seven shotgun shells ….