作曲 : Drive-By Truckers, Hood
He was ready for the big trip
He was moving to the city
He had packed his prize possessions
And gave away the rest
He was almost doing ninety
The sky was blue, sun was shining
All the shit, he left behind
For the big world waiting there
He was almost out of 
LeightonWhen that phone truck didn't see him
Hit the brake, slided sideways
He never had a chance
Plastic flowers on the highway
Bits of glass for the machine to sweep away
Had to pass it on my way to where 
I was going
For the next few minutes, 
I drove a little slower
Them M.A.D.
D. mothers couldn't help him
He was sober, it was 
SundayHe was full of good home cooking
As he crashed the savior's door
Plastic flowers on the highway
Greasy spot on the asphalt for a while
Every morning, new babies being born
Who'll do the best they can to hang around a little while
My community service had me working for the county
Cutting grass on the off-ramps and medians and such
Every quarter mile or so, stands a brand new reminder
Another traffic death in town, something new to cut around
Crashed out on the highway
Plastic cross and a plastic bouquet
Paramedics in the by-stander's gaze
Plastic flowers on the highway
Bits of glass for the machine to sweep away
Had to pass it on my way to where 
I was going
The next few minutes 
I drove a little slower