Written By John Hiatt and Kevin Welch
Reno and Me hit the Freeway, South out of town on a run.
Reno was drive he asked me to roll him one.
I turned On the radio and found me some sweet Emmy Lou,
I sanf the harmony low down and out of key,
Reno just howled at the Moon.
Somewhere outside Kansas City,
On a highway that leads to Cheyenne,
the radio quit on a song by a mexican band.
We were lost in thoughts of Ice cold Dosquix
took a couple wrong turns in a row,
Reno and me we just laughed we agreed,
It don`t matter which way you go.
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It don`t matter which way you go,
when your calling the highway your home
cuz every old town`s just your past burning down,
it don`t matter which way you go.
Now all of our old friends got married,
and they do all their business in town,
climbing a ladder that leads to a hole in the ground.
Reno and me, we talked all out,
and there`s one thing that we`ll never know.
What`s the point of a race, where you stay in one place,
Hell it don`t matter which way you go.
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