Moving on down the Tarkio Road Headed up to Crete, Nebraska Trying my best to set the highway on fire But my bicycle won't go no faster Tarkio Road is a mother It's just like, oh, so many others Well, the children reject you And the police inspect you Looking inside the trunk Under the hood, hoping to find The secret places where you Always keep your mind Whoa, whoa, no, Tarkio Road Having a room or lying in jail Learning 'bout the Price of being free Trying to live a constitutional life But being held back by hypocrisy Carry the load, my brother You're jost like, oh, so many others Ooh, the children reject it And the police inspect it You're tied to the chair Better cool it, bound and gagged Is that the ways on the American flag Whoa, whoa, no, carry the load I'm singing Tarkio, Tarkio Road Tarkio, Tarkio Road Tarkio, Tarkio Road Tarkio, Tarkio Road If you're looking for some trouble You can find it on the Tarkio Road Twenty-four hours of barbed-wire fence Fifty-five years of pollution Everyone knows how the puzzle was laid But can anyone recall the solution Tarkio Road is a mother It's just like, oh, so many others Well, the people infect you Well, they never elect you No reason to cause that you May have perfectly sound The blind looker's gonna Try to put it down Woah, whoa, no, Tarkio Road I'm singing again Tarkio, Tarkio Road Tarkio, Tarkio Road Tarkio, Tarkio Road Tarkio, Tarkio Road If you're looking for some trouble You can find it on the Tarkio Road