Exit 117
Food, lodging, and gas
Real graves of cowboy Bill
And postcards from the last time you saw
The thing and told a friend
And the mid-west became a hoax again
Barbed wire on the roads make me believe
That you and I will be free

Boys shot police dogs to get high off the buzz
Knew they were rebels
What has this town become?
Argue about the stars
From the passenger cars
Yeah, it should be a sin

Exit 117
Food, lodging, and gas
Real graves of cowboy Bill
And postcards from the last time you saw
The thing and told a friend
And the mid-west became a hoax again
Barbed wire on the roads make me believe
That you and I will be freed