Letras
Didn't see the shape till way too late
No time to hit the brakes or decelerate
Out on Highway 395
I say I'm lucky to be alive
Though I'll probably never leave this room
Black cow, no moon
Black cow, no moon
Picked me up at Joe's taco shop in Denver
Two hours east got sleepy again
Upside down when the wheels stopped
Through bloody eyes I saw the cop
Old Bessie won't be moving soon
Black cow, no moon
Black cow, no moon
Old Bessie won't be moving soon
Old Bessie won't be moving soon, no
Guess I crawled out through the smashed window
They found me lying in the glass and snow
An hour or so in the headlight glow
I wish I would've taken it slow
Cop said, "Helicopter's coming soon"
Black cow, no moon
Black cow, no moon
Old Bessie won't be moving soon
Old Bessie won't be moving soon
And I'll probably never leave this room
I'll probably never leave this room, no