Movin' on down the Tarkio Road.
Headed up to Crete, Nebraska.
Trying my best to set the highway on fire,
But my bicycle won't go no faster.

Tarkio Road is a mother.
It's just like oh so many other.
Where the children reject you,
And the police suspect you.
Looking inside the trunk under the hood hopin' to find
The secret places where you always keep your mind.
Whoa, whoa, no, Tarkio Road!

Abbot and Rube been lying in jail,
Learnin' 'bout the price of bein' free.
Trying to live the constituional life,
But being held back by hypocrisy.

Carry the load my brother.
Your just like oh, so many other
Who the children rejected
And the police inspected.
You're tied to the chair manacled and bound and gagged.
Is that your face on the American flag?
Whoa, whoa, no, carry the load.

And I'm singin'...

[Chorus]
Tarkio, Tarkio Road.
Tarkio, Tarkio Road.
Tarkio, Tarkio Road.
Tarkio, Tarkio Road.
If your looking for some trouble
You can find it on the Tarkio Road.

Twenty-four hours of barbed wire fence,
Fifty-five years of pollution,
Everyone knows how the puzzle was laid,
But can anyone recall the solution?

Tarkio Road is a mother.
It's just like oh so many other
Where the people infect you
But they never elect you.
No reason or cause that you may have perfectly sound.
The blind looker's gonna' try and put it down.
Whoa, whoa, no, Tarkio Road!

I'm singin' again ...

Tarkio, Tarkio Road.
Tarkio, Tarkio Road.
Tarkio, Tarkio Road.
Tarkio, Tarkio Road.
If your looking for some trouble
You can find it on the Tarkio Road.

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