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My mother told me when I was a baby
I had the fever something strong
Two weeks of crying, one breath from dying
And joining in the Angels' song
I must have heard them
and the sound of their singing
But the words I can't recall
I do know surely, they sang of a journey
I would begin before too long
And I left Virginia for California
And in between the Great Divide
Odds are against me and the name of my family
I am my father's only child
My father raised me by the Highway 80
Frontage Road exit sign
A red dirt driveway is where you'd find me
Counting those diesels rolling by
My mother maybe held a grudge against me
From the day that I hit the world
I can still see her pointing her finger, she says,
"You know I wished you were a girl!"
So I left Virginia for California
And in between the Great Divide
Odds are against me and the name of my family
I am my father's only child
Some separations are just frustration
Taken out upon the road
There's no forgiveness between these ditches
The longest mile is walked alone
My ending is laid out, an old western fade out
My silhouette burned by the sun
From one bad mother was born another
Bred for speed and born to run
And I left Virginia for California
And in between the Great Divide
Odds are against me and the name of my family
I am my father's only child
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