In the middle of the night on highway 81
Where the prerie meets the sky
Lingering freedom beyond the stars
And streepes was blowing dust into my eyes.

Crossing Smoky River I know,
There ain't gonna be a second turn,
Opening the Last Gate for sure,
There ain't gonna be a second turn.

Waking up in the back of a pick up truck
With lovely Rita resting on my arm
Showing me the kind of affection
You only find in a young ladies's charm.

Crossing Smoky River I know,
There ain't gonna be a second turn,
Opening the Last Gate for sure,
There ain't gonna be a second turn.

I wasn't invited to the Ho-down at all
But as her singing blew everybody's mind
I got to stay in her parlor for the night
Her story was of the heartbreaking kind.

Crossing Smoky River I know,
There ain't gonna be a second turn,
Opening the Last Gate for sure,
There ain't gonna be a second turn..

Robert was knocking on heavens door
You can say he turned my head around
I was to fast on the handle she softly spoke
And my Brothers said ”you're homeward bound”.

Crossing Smoky River I know,
There ain't gonna be a second turn,
Opening the Last Gate for sure,
There ain't gonna be a second turn.

Jan-Erik Lönnback