Southside Tape: Memphis Rap Phonk

Midnight, engine warm

County line, no one around

Blacktop curls past the shuttered feed store

Your hand taps time on the passenger door

Old coupe coughs, then it settles in stride

We take the long road with the windows wide

A paper cup rolls when the road dips low

You point at the fields where the white frost grows

No map on the dash, just the turn by the pines

And the mile markers slipping behind

Ride slow, ride low, let the back road bend

One more county line before the night can end

Ride slow, ride low, keep the motor in time

You and me rolling past the last stop sign

The diner’s closed, chairs up on the tables

A red barn leans where the fence wire’s tangled

You tell me the story you told me last June

I know every pause, every word coming soon

A stray dog watches from a gravel drive

Then fades from the mirror as we roll by

Your jacket smells faintly of rain and cedar

The miles get quiet, the road gets deeper

Ride slow, ride low, let the back road bend

One more county line before the night can end

Ride slow, ride low, keep the motor in time

You and me rolling past the last stop sign

Past the last stop sign

Past the last stop sign

Engine warm, road unwinds

You and me, taking our time